"Here's your dinner list for tonight: an egg, two apples, and one chicken drumstick."
"Do you want me to starve to death? Do you know that I only ate three drumsticks yesterday? Do you want to see only a corpse when you come tomorrow?"
"You can say no," Chen Zhao said casually.
Just then, Mr. Doman approached them. "Chen, has the training today ended?"
"Yes."
"Why don't you stay here for dinner?"
"No, I still have something else to do."
"Alright then. See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow... Ms. Normans."
"Bastard, I hope that you'll get killed by a car the moment you step out of here!" Normans cursed bitterly.
"Normans, shut up! Chen's doing all this for your health."
"Mr. Doman, forgive her. I won't remember it. Ms. Normans, be prepared for tomorrow, because there will be more exercises waiting for you."
"Bastard, bastard, bastard... This is revenge!"
"Good luck."
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