The old lady was struck by a stroke, and Lin Jun was still causing problems. Shen Lan knew that Cheng Yanqing was so anxious that he was unable to sleep all night. From last night until now, he hadn't even taken a sip of water.
If things continue this way, that man will definitely collapse.
Which is why she rushed home early in the morning.
Shen Lan held Cheng Yanqing's hand and walked towards a bench by the side, "Grandma has always been good to me too, she's your grandma, and mine as well, I simply cannot be absent."
"You must be hungry. Here's some century egg and lean meat porridge I made for you. It'll give you some much-needed nourishment." Shen Lan guided him to sit down on the chair, opened the lid of the flask, and the aroma wafted out.
Shen Lan was a great cook, but Cheng Yanqing didn't have the appetite, "You haven't eaten either, right? I'm not hungry."
