Old Man Xian’s Grievance

"It's from Yijun. Before he left for work, he stopped here for a while to deliver this food." Jiang Ruolan smiled and lifted her chopsticks to Xian Zihao's mouth. "No matter how nutritious the food made by the hospital is, if you eat it every day, you will definitely get bored. It tastes too bland and definitely hurts your stomach."

Xian Zihao smiled and pushed her hand. "You eat first. I'm not hungry."

Jiang Ruolan looked at him and saw that he wasn't annoyed by the fact that Yijun sent these lunch boxes. It seemed that his trust in her had always been the same. Only the Old Man was still on guard this time.

Xian Zihao always believed in her and understood her. Jiang Ruolan felt really blessed for having such a husband in her life. He had given her a bright path, allowing her to foresee the eternal happiness of the future.