Northern Hospital, VIP ward.
Mu Yiyao carried the soup out from the insulated container and took a spoon, sitting by the bed. "Grandma Chen, would you like to taste the soup I've made, see if it suits your taste?"
"I can do it myself."
"You just sit back and relax, you've always been so kind to me. Let me have the chance to honor you?" Mu Yiyao said as she scooped up a spoonful of soup and handed it over.
Chen Qiurong smiled and took a sip of the soup. "I appreciate your kindness, but you are a public figure. It's not convenient for you to come here. Better not come in the future."
"It's okay, I wore a mask and sunglasses, and even wrapped a scarf around me. I was fully equipped. You didn't recognize me when I first came in, did you?"
Chen Qiurong thought about her appearance when she just entered, her smile deepened. Her gaze flickered, then landed on Ji Chengzhou sitting on the sofa with a solemn expression, reading a document. Her smile faded.
