The old man lying down had a hint of anger in his eyes. The old butler timely stepped past Yang Sheng, gently supporting the old man's back with one hand while pressing the bed adjustment control with the other, smoothly changing the topic.
"Sir, the doctor said it's best for you to lie flat and rest more. You didn't eat much at lunch, so how about I ask the kitchen to prepare some light snacks?"
The old man, still furious, glared at Yang Sheng, "I don't want to eat! No appetite…"
Yang Sheng couldn't be bothered to persuade him; of course, he knew it would be useless. Instead, he simply used his trump card.
He pulled out his phone. "I'll call Tongtong and tell her that you're on a hunger strike, making her rush back with a plane to take care of you."
The old man, exasperated, stared wide-eyed, "You brat, only know to use your sister to scare me."
