Gu Qiangwei was being treated like a child, her clear eyes looking at him, "But I'm really not hungry."
"The doctor said your body is too weak; you must get nourishment."
"Then I'll eat later, I can't eat right now."
Qin Sijue frowned, this matter was indeed troublesome!
He wanted to nurse her back to health, yet he couldn't bear to force her.
Concerned about her health, Qin Bo couldn't help speaking up, "Young Madam, this chicken soup was personally made by Young Master."
Upon hearing this, Gu Qiangwei was startled, her gaze shifting to Qin Bo.
Qin Sijue made chicken soup?
Could he do that?
Her gaze flicked back to Qin Sijue, meeting his dark, surprised eyes, Qin Sijue showed no embarrassment as he held her gaze.
Qin Sijue made chicken soup? Could it be that the feathers in his collar earlier were chicken feathers?
Uh, did he actually slaughter the chicken himself?
