He Longze had thought it over. No matter how uncomfortable or angry he felt, Ye Lantian was pregnant after all.
A pregnant woman's mood and temper can be quite peculiar.
He couldn't keep being at odds with her like this, or in the end, it wouldn't benefit anyone.
So, with great patience, he prepared a bowl of rice, fish in clear soup, and aromatic chicken soup.
He placed them on a tray and brought it to the room, knocking on the door.
"The door's not locked."
Ye Lantian's voice came from inside.
He Longze pushed the door open, raised his eyes, and saw Ye Lantian leaning against the bedhead, holding a medical book in her hand.
Seeing He Longze enter, Ye Lantian instinctively put the book under the quilt and said to the man coming in, "I said I don't have much of an appetite, I don't want to eat."
But He Longze still brought the food over and placed it on the bedside table.
