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d them into the little guy's mouth. Attracted by the delicious fruit, the little guy sat up straight, his small frame nestled in Lin Meng's arms, while his two hands held the trash bag, spitting out...ncertain, his heart surging. He recalled the thought of stopping him, but today's Rong San was like someone who had eaten a large amount of chili peppers, the fire he spewed was truly unbearable. If...