Yuan Haoyang was starving. After the incident took place, he wanted to save his dignity and did not inform his friends to come and see him. Cao Kexiu had replaced everyone around him with her people to threaten him.
He hadn't been eating well these past few days, so his stomach was empty. Moreover, how could he recuperate like this?
He raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Thank you, then. It's just that my hand hurts. It's best if you can feed me."
"Then don't drink it." Lin Wenyu picked it up and was about to leave.
"Forget it, forget it. Help me unscrew the lid. You can scoop it up for me, right?"
Lin Wenyu scooped a bowl for him and handed it to him.
Yuan Haoyang endured the pain in his hand and drank three bowls in a row.
Lin Wenyu stood at the side and looked at him in disdain. Yuan Haoyang raised his bowl and said, "Another bowl."
"There's only half a bowl left." Lin Wenyu poured it for him unhappily.
