Mrs. Rong Sr.'s Misery

"It's been days, and aside from the day you had surgery, that wretched girl Rong Qi hasn't come to see you at all. I don't understand why you're protecting her!" Mrs. Rong Sr. ranted.

Mrs. Rong Sr. held a plain box of food in her hands, finding it hard to swallow. But driven by hunger, she had no choice but to grumble and shove the food into her mouth.

Rong Tianshi subsisted on nutrient solutions every day, and even the scent of the simple vegetables seemed tantalizing. Laboriously, he reached out to touch his stomach, turning his head away.

Rong Qi had only paid for his medical expenses and his own simple meals three times a day, leaving nothing for Mrs. Rong Sr.. Now, almost every day, he gave his meals to Mrs. Rong Sr., either going hungry himself or nibbling on a bite or two. The food box was barely enough for one person, let alone two.