At the dinner table, a tin can without any labels sat squarely in the middle.
The lid had been opened, revealing the delicious soup inside.
The fragrance of meat permeated the air.
However, the three women sitting around it showed no intention of reaching for it, simply focusing on the food surrounding the can as if they hadn't noticed this additional dish at all.
Zhang Ye's gaze slowly turned to the always perceptive Professor Ai.
The woman's hand trembled, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and her previously rosy cheeks instantly paled.
"Cough cough cough."
"I think I feel a bit unwell."
"You all go ahead and eat, Zhang Ye, I'm going to rest for a while."
Without waiting for Zhang Ye's response, she was already making a move to stand up, intending to head towards the staircase.
Liu Qingqing, who had been paying attention to this side, immediately called out, "Sister Ai Bing, don't move, I'll come over and help you up!"
