The next morning, Bai Xiaoxiao brought breakfast to the hospital.
It seemed Meng Ke had specifically informed his mother not to bring him breakfast.
When Bai Xiaoxiao arrived, Meng Ke was the only one in the ward, even the nurse had been sent away by him.
Seeing her come in, a brilliant smile bloomed between Meng Ke's brows, and he spoke with a clear and cheerful voice, "Xiaoxiao, you're here."
Bai Xiaoxiao smiled slightly, carrying the breakfast to the bedside and placing the thermal box on the small table in front of the bed, asking warmly, "How are you feeling?"
Meng Ke joked, "When you come, I don't even feel the pain from my wounds."
Bai Xiaoxiao's eyes flickered, pretending not to hear his words, she opened the thermal box and served him some porridge, "This porridge has been simmered for a long time, try it and see if it tastes good."
Meng Ke smiled as he accepted the porridge she handed him, "As long as you brought it, it's all good."
