The standoff lasted for about four or five minutes.
Having lost her patience, Zhong Lingling had no choice but to pull the table over to the bed and then placed the dish on it, saying to Xiang Yimo, "If you don't like me feeding you, then I'm going to the study. The food is on the table; you can eat it yourself!"
After speaking, she walked briskly in the direction of the study.
Upon reaching the hallway, Zhong Lingling hid in a corner, secretly watching Xiang Yimo's movements.
As expected, it didn't take long for Xiang Yimo to finally open his eyes after confirming Zhong Lingling had left.
"Damn woman!" he muttered under his breath.
This softly spoken curse was heard loud and clear by Zhong Lingling, who wasn't far away.
Damn kid, how dare you curse at me? If you weren't sick, I'd definitely smack you!
Xiang Yimo reached out weakly, grabbed the dish, and then began to wolf it down.