Tang Anzhi felt truly exhausted after finishing the phone call with Mrs. Huangfu.
It had taken quite an effort to persuade her not to come over.
Now, it seemed like any little thing happening in her life warranted the deep concern of the Huangfu Family.
She took a deep breath and exhaled a cloud of turbulent air before heading toward the sickroom. In fact, she was considering Huangfu Zheng's words—if this 'turkey' were a problem, then borrowing his fame might just do the trick.
Her eyebrows quirked mischievously as she entered the sickroom.
"What do you feel like eating? I'll go get something for you," Tang Anzhi asked the person sprawled on the hospital bed.
Between the exercise, the fighting, and carrying people, all these were strength-draining activities. She was so hungry now that her back felt glued to her stomach. If she didn't replenish her poor stomach soon, it was likely to start rebelling.
