After hanging up the phone, Li Nanheng went to the bedroom. Feng Ling had already woken up after a long sleep.
"What would you like to eat?" Li Nanheng turned on the light of the bedroom.
Feng Ling sat up slowly and glanced at the sky outside the window. "What time is it?"
"Four o'clock in the afternoon. You haven't eaten anything since noon. Your current boss, Mo Jingshen, told you to have a good rest. He said you didn't need to accompany Ji Nuan."
Feng Ling reached for her phone, but she struggled a bit because of the injuries on her arm. Li Nanheng handed her the phone, and she took a look at the time. It was four o'clock indeed.
"What would you like to eat?" the man asked patiently.
"Nothing." Feng Ling was uncomfortable because of the injuries, but she didn't want to stay in bed all the time.
