A faint, stabbing pain shot through him, and Chaoyang slowly lay back down on the bed.
Suddenly, his body seemed exceptionally frail and soft. He even gasped for breath as he said:
"I might have really injured my internal organs. Little sis, come, come, give me a hand. Ouch, it hurts so much... and I'm so hungry."
After speaking, he stared eagerly at the woman before him.
In an instant, his demeanor became utterly graceful and pitifully charming.
Just moments ago, right after Lin Jingyi had finished cooking the porridge and a fragrant aroma filled the air…
…he had started shouting. The moment he saw a stranger, he had instantly become enraged.
A single glare was enough to scare Lin Jingyi away.
Feng Moxi knew he was faking it and could only sigh softly.
She walked over, slowly helped Chaoyang up, and dragged him out.
By now, Lin Jingyi had already served the meal. There was also a steamer basket of three-delicacy vegetarian dumplings, their fresh aroma assailing the senses.
