The Gong residence.
Gong Beiyao had been awake for an entire afternoon.
The servants bustled about, repeatedly bringing up dishes that had been cooked and removing those that had gone cold, yet each time, he hadn't touched a single bite.
Beitang watched the servants bustling back and forth, casually asked someone, and learned about the situation.
"Beiyao, your gastritis is caused by not eating properly. You just fainted for a few hours, and you think it's no big deal, right? This time it's vomiting blood, who knows what it will be next time! In any case, eat a little."
When Gong Beiyao saw that the comer was Beitang, his tone was unfriendly, "If you want to eat, then eat yourself!"
"With all this commotion, I really thought you were waiting for someone to dine with. It just so happens I'm hungry too, so let's eat together." Beitang sat down.
"Who told you I was waiting for you? Get lost!"
