Zhuo Junyue turned off the video, collected the soup with one hand, and sniffed it. It smelled somewhat strange.
"Brother, Mom made this soup. Although it smells a bit odd, it's really good for your wound and it's beneficial for the brain.
Zhuo Junyue finished the soup in one gulp, snorted, "I don't need a brain tonic with my intelligence. It's you who needs one."
"Brother, do you have a picture of my sister-in-law? I want to see too."
Zhuo Junyi asked curiously. When she came back from school, she heard that Su Jingyu from the hospital was a fake and not the one her brother liked.
Moreover, that whole family is absolutely despicable.
"Stop talking nonsense, get out, I need to rest."
Zhuo Junyue didn't have the leisure to discuss Su Ningyan with her.
Zhuo Junyi wanted to ask more, but seeing his impatient expression, she thought better of it.
"Then I am leaving, rest well, your wound hasn't healed completely yet."
