Hurt {2}

"You can eat by yourself, right? I'm too late to go to work now." Qiao Xin, who had just entered, seemed to be in a hurry, putting down the porridge and soup she had just warmed up.

Hearing Qiao Xin's words like that, Xiao Long seemed to rack his brains. Looking for a way to make Qiao Xin continue to feel indebted to him. How not, Xiao Long enjoyed it when the bad duck turned out to be his servant. Do whatever job he wants, without exception.

"Ouch, ouch, my hand hurts!" Xiao Long shouted. "What are you thinking, Qiqi. Can't you see that my palm is badly injured and it's because of you? How can you make me eat alone? I'm not left-handed, and this wound on my palm is torn apart again!" annoyed Xiao Long.

Hearing that, even Qiao Xin couldn't say anything. It can't be helped, indeed. This was the truth that Xiao Long was injured, and that was because of it.

"Yes, I will feed you. After that, I want to go to the office."