"Don't keep looking at me like that, okay?"
Qiao Mianmian was relieved to see that he was in good spirits and didn't look haggard.
She nodded. "Alright. But you've lost so much blood, you have to make up for it. I've got to get the nutritionist to prepare some nourishing meals for you. You have to make up for it!"
Mo Yesi had no objections.
The warm hand rubbed Qiao Mianmian's head again. A gentle and loving voice came from above. "Make the arrangements, I'll listen to you."
"Also, your right hand is injured. It'll definitely affect your daily life. I think you shouldn't be too busy with work during this period. If it's not important, leave it to your subordinates. Doctor Lu said that you can't overuse your hand before it recovers.
"Alright, that's fine. But there are two things I need your help with."
Mo Yesi's deep voice sounded a little alluring.
Qiao Mianmian blinked and asked curiously, "What is it?"
