Lin Anqi kept persuading me.
I knew Lin Anqi was absolutely well-intentioned, but I didn't want to, and couldn't accept it.
Just after the standoff, suddenly Mother Ding's figure appeared at the doorway of the hospital room.
"Ah, Xiaoyun, you're here!"
"Auntie, how come you're here?"
"I've been asking around, and it took me half a day to find out you were hospitalized here. Ah, Yinuo is such a child, so tight-lipped, she didn't let slip a word to me."
She began to open the thermos she brought with her, which contained stewed chicken soup.
"Xiaoyun, this is what I stewed for you, to nourish your body."
"Auntie! Uh... there's no need to trouble yourself in the future, I can just eat anything, really."
"How could that be possible, you are carrying the Ding Family's flesh and blood. I can't neglect you. Don't think of it as trouble, it's really not, I'm free anyway, and making something for you to eat, I consider it combining work with leisure."