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Chapter 70: Mo Li's Choice 2
He said coldly, "Xiao Ran, Mo Li is a patient. Please watch your words and actions."
In a moment of impulse, Xiao Ran had said those words, causing Mo Li's wound to be pulled, and he deeply regretted it.
However, after hearing Ji Yan's words, he felt a surge of indignation.
Clearly, he was Mo Li's fiancé; why did it seem like he was the third party?
The real third party stood by arrogantly.
Considering Mo Li's injury, Xiao Ran managed to swallow his anger.
He returned to the bedside and said, "Mo Li, don't you dislike Fish Porridge? Don't eat it; I'll make you your favorite Bullfrog Porridge instead."
Ji Yan chimed in with a laugh.
"Mr. Xiao, isn't it you who likes Bullfrog Porridge? Mo Li doesn't like those slimy creatures."
He still remembered that day in City B when Mo Li treated him and Wenbo to lunch.
Wenbo ordered a dish of stir-fried bullfrog, but Mo Li didn't even glance at it.
Ji Yan thought it was because the dish was far from her, so he quickly picked up a piece and placed it on a plate in front of her.
To his surprise, Mo Li pouted and said, "I wouldn't eat such an ugly thing."
Ji Yan swiftly took back the bullfrog and dealt with it himself.
Xiao Ran angrily retorted, "You're talking nonsense. In the past, when I went out for late-night snacks with Mo Li, she always ordered Bullfrog Porridge and never ate Fish Porridge."
"I already said that was because you liked it."
Ji Yan's tone was casual, but his heart felt a twinge of pain.
From Xiao Ran's words alone, he could imagine how much Mo Li had suppressed herself in the Xiao Family.
If she was like this even in front of the caring Xiao Ran, how would she be in front of others?
Xiao Ran was still indignant and wanted to argue back.
But with a glance, he noticed that only half of the Fish Porridge remained in Mo Li's hand.
Mo Li, who had never eaten Fish Porridge before, finished half of the box in just a short while.
Xiao Ran felt a loud ringing in her head.
Behind her, Xiao Fang quietly reminded her.
"Xiao Ran, do you remember the day Mo Li first came to our house? Aunt Li made fish soup, and you complained that it was fish soup again and that it tasted terrible. Mo Li, was it really that bad? Mo Li still remembers it."
Xiao Ran thought carefully.
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