Lu Ming approached Jing Yiren's bedside carrying a thermos.
Unscrewing the top, he poured soup from it and fed it to Jing Yiren.
"Uncle! Aren't you supposed to be working? I can do this myself!" It's not like her injuries had rendered her immobile.
Lu Ming treated her like a majorly ill patient.
"None of that matters! Eat first!"
Lu Ming was concerned about her back injury, worried that swallowing food might cause a sharp pain in her chest.
That's why he had Butler Wu prepare fruits and a juicer to provide her with a liquid diet as much as possible.
This way, the food was nutritious and easily digestible.
The secretary Liu Xiaodong, who was trying to make herself invisible in a corner, twitched at the corner of her mouth when she heard President Lu's words.
This work wasn't important?
If it weren't important and urgent, would she have come early in the morning to wait for his signing and approval?
