Ling Yin was absolutely right; his private space was not somewhere he liked to let outsiders come and go. If he were to recover at home, he'd have doctors and nurses bustling in and out every day, given that he needed daily intravenous injections.
Even on normal days, he usually prepared his own breakfast, had lunch at the company, and often had engagements in the evening, rarely dining at home—perhaps only once a week. Therefore, he only had a housekeeper to clean once every two days, and cooking wasn't necessary.
Hua Hua sat up cross-legged and glared at him. "Just say you don't want to be discharged if you don't want to, stop making so many excuses!"
Reaching for the remote on the bedside table, she pressed the power button and changed position, hugging a soft, comfy pillow while lying on the bed, flipping through channels until she found a show of interest.
