Li Jiaqi obediently finished her meal in front of him and then stood up.
"I'm full!"
Only then did his expression relax a bit. He picked up the suit jacket draped over the chair and placed it on his shoulder, "Hmm, from now on you need to be good, eat more, look how thin you are!"
His large hand pinched her small chin.
This woman is getting thinner and thinner; holding her feels almost weightless.
It seems the damage from the last miscarriage and the bone marrow loss has never recovered.
He instructed the kitchen to select the best food combinations for her!
Yet, she always eats like a little kitten, calling it quits after just a little.
While she was changing her shoes at the entrance, she saw He Yingdong taking something from the maid and stuffing it into her bag.
She pretended not to see, changed her shoes, and walked out.
Old Madam He was pushing a hospital bed, and lying on it was He Ziting.
Old Madam He's face was full of grief and despair.
