Ye Shengge bit her lips and resisted the urge to cry.
The man finally finished tidying up, but he still didn't say a word. He seemed to be about to turn around and leave, but in the next second, he suddenly frowned and covered his stomach with his right hand.
His Adam's apple bobbed, as if he was trying to suppress something. He couldn't help bending down and pressing his left hand on her shoulder to find support.
Ye Shengge's expression changed. "What's wrong, Shiting?"
The man looked at her, not showing any emotions.
Ye Shengge couldn't figure out what was going on. She recalled that the man had only had a cup of coffee in front of him in the restaurant in the evening, and then he left shortly after. Perhaps he hadn't eaten anything at all.
Ye Shengge held him and said, "Sit down. I'll get you some hot water."
