At this moment, Zhuo Anan is sitting at the dining table having breakfast.
If it weren't for her decent appetite, Lu Mingfei would've suspected she was hiding something from him.
An An sips the soup as Feng Zhihe watches from the side.
The breakfast was sent by the Zhuo Family, a blackish concoction that An An said contained herbal medicine.
However, this morning, Feng Zhihe saw An An gobbling down big pieces of meat.
She feels even more puzzled; An An's meals morning, noon, and night are filled with rich blood-boosting ingredients.
If she usually eats like this, would her body be able to handle such an amount of supplements?
Just so her son doesn't worry, Feng Zhihe keeps these questions to herself.
An An had just collected her heart's blood early in the morning; she had to do it beforehand so her uncle couldn't find out.
After resting for over an hour, she finally felt no dizziness and had the strength to go downstairs for breakfast.
