No one knew how hard he had struggled to appear so calm just now.
"Sir, the chicken soup and bird's nest porridge are ready. Would you like them brought up now?" The servant, carrying a tray with steam rising from it, approached.
Y glanced at it, feeling as if something had stung his heart, emotions he had long suppressed nearly bursting forth.
However, after taking a slight breath, he calmed down right away and smiled gently, "Bring them up to her, and try to get her to drink more."
"Yes." The servant quickly agreed.
Feeling that he was genuinely kind to Miss Mu, the servant became even more attentive.
Y watched her push the door into Mu Yin's room, a hint of darkness flashing in his eyes.
Just then, someone outside came to report, "Sir, the hospital just sent news, Bo Fengheng has been saved, but he is still in the ICU..."
Y smiled faintly, a trace of depth crossing his eyes, "Oh, is that so? Then I must congratulate him."
