Tao Hua crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe of the operating room, watching their embracing figures, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips.
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On Death Island.
Xiaocong was knocked to the ground but jumped back up, like an angry little lion, fiercely pouncing at the sparring partner.
The tall man dodged his attack, waved his hand, and knocked him back to the ground.
"Your moves are too slow, and you have too many flaws. Stand up, and continue!" The sparring partner said harshly, without a trace of mercy.
Xiaocong stared at him with his big dark eyes, his whole body in pain.
But he didn't cry and still gritted his teeth to stand up, his eyes filled with anger as he glared at the sparring partner, as if there were a deep grudge between them.
The sparring partner's face turned cold, and he shouted sternly, "What are you staring at! You, run three laps around the seashore immediately, or no dinner for you!"
