Lu Fengxuan's brows lightly lifted, she did not speak to shatter his illusion, at the same time, she glanced at Xiaoyi's face.
As expected, the little one's complexion was slightly embarrassed.
It was only a few steps away, she quickly walked to the bedside and handed over the bowl of porridge in her hand.
Halfway through handing it over, she remembered his physical condition and asked, "Do you have the strength in your hands?"
"It's just a bowl of porridge."
The man glanced up at her with dissatisfaction, he wasn't so weak as to not have the strength to hold a bowl of porridge.
Lu Fengxuan did not expose him, she also did not know who it was that felt so uncomfortable this morning that they needed help just to get up.
"..."
Yu Chiyin fully understood the meaning in her eyes and simply kept quiet, lowering his gaze to look at the porridge he received.
Out of sight, out of mind, upon looking, he was a bit scared.
