Lu Ming had been staying with Jing Yiren, taking care of her.
He was worried that she would feel slightly uncomfortable or unhappy, triggering her depression to flare up.
Due to Jing Yiren's improving condition over these days, Lu Ming had reduced the dosage of her daily medication.
A waiter, carrying drinks, respectfully asked Lu Ming and Jing Yiren, "Miss! Sir, would you like a beverage?"
Jing Yiren reached out her small hand, casually trying to grab a glass of champagne, but Lu Ming slapped her hand and cautiously glanced at the waiter.
The waiter's expression remained respectful and indifferent, showing no sign of abnormality.
Lu Ming picked up a glass of juice and handed it to Jing Yiren, while he took a glass of champagne himself.
The waiter respectfully bowed and left with a polite smile.
Once the waiter had left, Jing Yiren was about to drink her juice when Lu Ming raised his hand to stop her.
"Don't drink!"
"..." Jing Yiren looked at Lu Ming in confusion.
