Jiang Yan listened to her words, raised an eyebrow and smiled, reluctantly saying, "Really angry? Alright, I'll try to touch you less in the future."
Wang Miaomiao was so upset she carried her meal tray, dragged her stool to the corner of the wall, sat back down to eat, and decided to ignore him.
Jiang Yan was left quite helpless by her antics. He glanced at his right hand, which was not convenient to use, and at the meal tray in front of him, realizing he had no choice but to eat by himself with great difficulty.
Eating with his left hand, which still had an IV attached, proved to be somewhat inconvenient. Without Wang Miaomiao helping him with dishes, he simply stopped eating veggies and just dug into the rice with a spoon. After a few bites, he glanced wistfully at a certain person hiding in the corner and sighed…
