"Song Song, be careful not to spill the porridge."
Qiao Yu quickly gathered her expression and gently reminded her.
Song Song looked up, "Okay, thanks for the reminder."
"Then take good care of Brother Jinghuai! We're leaving now."
"Alright—"
After the three left, Song Song finally breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the ward, not bothering to look at the man's expression on the bed. She said in a plain voice, "I brought you porridge. It's a bit hot. I'll let it cool a bit before you drink it."
"Although you're recovering well, the doctor still suggests you stay in the hospital for two weeks. Don't discharge too early."
"..."
As soon as Song Song entered the ward, she started to busy herself, seemingly only this way could she avoid caring about his lack of rebuttal to Grandpa Xiao's words just now.
Not rebutting could also possibly mean he agreed with Grandpa Xiao's reasons.
Those reasons for not wanting to divorce her...
