The servant thoughtfully brought her heart medication, handed it to her, and gave her a glance reminding her to take care of her health.
Chu Xinyue blushed, hurriedly shut the door.
Once inside, she pushed aside the dossiers and documents on Ya Chen's desk and stacked them up, turning the desk into a temporary dining table.
Then, she placed his breakfast properly and poured the milk.
He was familiar with every corner of the house, almost like someone with normal vision.
But today was the first time he had breakfast at the desk, not knowing the layout, he reached for the spoon and missed.
"Let me help you." Chu Xinyue put down her bowl and chopsticks, promptly walked over, scooped a spoonful of soup, and brought it to his thin lips.
His face immediately collapsed.
She didn't notice his change in mood, thinking he hadn't heard, continued to move the spoon towards his mouth: "I'll feed you."
