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As for the children in front of Chu Yi, their faces were tense and their lips were pursed, as if they were facing death.

"Don't fall. If you fall, you'll starve."

Chu Yi's deep voice sounded, followed by a cry. The child who was holding the plate suddenly cried.

Chu Yi's expressionless face darkened further.

"Why are you crying?"

What did he say? Why was he crying so hard?

"Wow!"

"Wah!"

"Wuwuwu!"

This cry seemed to be contagious, and it spread vertically. Not long after, the children in front of him started crying.

Shen Fanxing hurried forward to Chu Yi and bowed to the children.

"Babies, crying isn't good. Teacher won't like it. If there's anything, you have to clarify it first. Otherwise, if you cry, Teacher will be very anxious, okay?"

Chu Yi was slightly taken aback by the child's gentle tone.