"Are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Zhao Xinyan brought over a bowl of bone broth and placed it on Lin Xilin's desk. "I had the maid make this bone broth specially for you this morning. Drink it while it's hot. The doctor said that it's crucial for you to get your nutrition right now."
Lin Xilin's eyes were glued to the screen, feeling as though she had been cared for like someone who couldn't fend for themselves. Not to mention, Zhao Xinyan had been running to the house three times a day, and Lu Zuo also left work on time every day, making excuses to skip any overtime. Although she was not seriously ill, she had just been discharged from the hospital, and everyone was cautious not to take it lightly.
"Why don't you move back home for now? It would make it easier for me to take care of you. Besides, we have everything you need at home, and you won't have to cook yourself. I can arrange everything," Zhao Xinyan persuaded.
