Xu Zhanjing said disgustingly while eating the food held by her sister: “He doesn’t have any hands! How old is he and he still needs someone to take care of it!”
Father Xu smiled angrily, “Aren’t you saying that? You don’t have a hand?”
Xu Jingzhang immediately patted the chopsticks on the table, put his hands behind him, and said with a smile: “Yeah, I just don’t have a hand, sister, you feed me, ah–”
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