The caregiver isn't anyone else; it's one of the subordinates, Little White Dragon, who was temporarily called back.
He just stood by the bed, watching as Xi Luo fed Master Zong bone soup, spilling about half a spoon with each spoonful fed.
Little White Dragon tiptoed to look at the bedsheet, guessing that if this continued, the sheet could be wrung out to produce half a bowl of bone soup.
"Sister M, do you need help..."
Xi Luo placed a tissue on Zong Zhan's chin, "No need, go get me a bottle of white wine."
Little White Dragon was given the order and left the room.
When he was with Sister Qiao, he thought he had seen it all.
But the scene of Sister M feeding someone was truly something new.
With the third person out of the room, Xi Luo's slightly stiff movements relaxed quite a bit.
She placed the bowl of soup aside, frowning as she looked at Zong Zhan, "Is your paw hurt, too? Can't wipe your own mouth?"
This bastard, was he doing it on purpose?
