Fu Nancheng put down the breakfast and said in a deep voice, "I called Zhaoran to come and take a look."
Qiao Mo nodded with tears in her eyes, returning to the bedside again: "Uncle Fu just brought breakfast back, shall we eat together? Qiqi must be hungry, right?"
It seemed she had already grown accustomed to his silence, as Qiao Mo set up a bed table on the bed, placing the breakfast on it.
"What does Qiqi want to eat?"
"How about Auntie feeding you? How about drinking some milk first? Then have some snacks."
Throughout the breakfast, Qiqi remained unmoving, even when Qiao Mo brought things to his mouth, he merely turned his head away.
If Qiao Mo pursued him further, he would shrink into the corner of the wall, appearing withdrawn and uneasy.
Qin Zhaoran glanced at Qiqi's condition and said to Fu Nancheng and Qiao Mo, "You two should step out first, I'll stay with him alone for a while."
Despite being apprehensive, Qiao Mo was still taken away by Fu Nancheng.
