Wang Jianguo looked at the anxious expression on Zhao Shuzhuo’s face, and a surge of warmth welled up in his heart. He picked up a cornmeal steamed bun, handed it to Zhao Shuzhuo, and promised:
"Fine, fine, fine. I won't go to Zhao Xiande for help anymore, all right? I'll listen to you. Can we eat now?"
Wang Jianguo’s tone was full of gentleness and patience; he hoped Zhao Shuzhuo could set aside his burdens and eat properly.
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