Mo Shiche seemed quite satisfied with her reaction, as he took out his cell phone and sent a text message. In less than ten minutes, Liansu, who was still suffering from "Intermittent Amnesia," came back with a new serving of Red Date Porridge.
However, Liansu handed it to him and immediately ran off, not daring to pause even for a second.
Mo Shiche was too busy to pay attention to him. He took the thermal container and handed it to the woman in his arms, "Drink it slowly, finish it all."
"I don't want to drink it; I don't like porridge," Luo Qiangwei frowned, looking down at his slender left hand that had been scalded with blisters. Just looking at it made her feel pain, "Are you... not going to get that bandaged?"
"Depends on when you finish drinking," the man stared at her, spoke indifferently, "Finish the porridge and I'll go, otherwise, I'll let it be. At worst, I'll die of pain here."
She glared at him with wide eyes, "You're using your hand to threaten me?"
