Lu Jinyang, who originally had no specific demands for food, suddenly had a dark expression upon hearing her words. Earlier when he mentioned that the porridge was too bland to fill the stomach, she had said there was no choice but to eat that, and now, she's asking him again?
Just as he was about to lose his temper, there came a knock on the door.
Zhuang Shuqing quickly went to open the door, but her expression shifted from relief to cold as ice upon seeing the person outside.
Noticing her change in expression, Lu Jinyang asked, "Who is it?"
A familiar face squeezed in from the door, smiling at Lu Jinyang: "Young Master Lu, it's me. I rushed over as soon as I found out you were hospitalized."
The room suddenly fell into a dead silence.
Lu Jinyang gazed at the face, his fist clenched under the blanket, a cold glint gradually appearing in his eyes, his smile not reaching his eyes, "Young Master Si, it's good enough that you have the intention, no need to show up in person."
