When Mu Tiantian woke up again, it was seven thirty in the evening.
As she opened her eyes and slightly turned her head, she saw Bai Chenyao sitting on the sofa beside her, engrossed in reading his documents.
Recalling Cheng Junhua's words about him having many injuries, Mu Tiantian felt an inexplicable surge of anger in her heart.
"Bai Chenyao!"
Bai Chenyao, who was reading his documents, slowly raised his head and looked at her.
"Awake!"
Such a cold and detached nature only fueled the fire of anger in Mu Tiantian's heart.
"Nanny Zhang made bone broth, I'll feed you some!"
Mu Tiantian tried to restrain herself but couldn't hold back.
"Bai Chenyao, you told me to rest well, why aren't you resting properly yourself?"
People are flesh and blood, does Bai Chenyao think he's made of iron?
Bai Chenyao was originally very displeased with Mu Tiantian for directly calling his name upon waking up, his expression grew even colder.
