Aman smiled and gave her a doting look.
However, Chloe was really ashamed to let President eat and sell them. "How about waiting for me to leave the hospital, I make it myself..."
Aman's pen stopped on the paper and stopped.
Chloe stopped talking. She swallowed her words when thinking about her own creative cooking. "Forget it... I'll find another way to thank you in the future."
It was really inconvenient for a woman who did not know how to cook.
He couldn't even thank his man! Buying gifts.
As a rich man, he didn't lack anything, and it was not fresh to give anything to him.
"This time, you've taken care of your condition. The success of the surgery tomorrow night is the greatest gratitude to me." Aman said, "And now, don't think about anything else."
If he let his imagination run wild, he would be in a better state.
Chloe raised her eyebrows, leaned her pillow against the head of the bed, and found a comfortable position to lean.
She knew of Aman's guidance.
