Mr. Fu Yanzhou had never experienced anything as embarrassing in his entire life!
Just moments ago, he was tilting his head back, sticking out his tongue, on the verge of drooling, which was humiliating enough.
He never imagined it could get even more humiliating!
However, Su Nanxing didn't laugh at him; instead, she said, "Intestinal movement has resumed; this is a good sign. Mr. Fu, if you are going to eat, it's best to choose something light and easy to digest."
Emerging from a state of social death, Fu Yanzhou looked incredulously at Su Nanxing; gone were the shadows and coldness in his eyes, leaving only astonishment and surprise.
He didn't want to eat, had no appetite, and forcing himself to do so would even lead to vomiting.
Thus, for the past few years, he had been eating just enough food to barely keep himself alive.
He wasn't dying, but his body was severely depleted.
This was the first time he had felt hunger in his stomach.
