There Is Not Much Time Left

"This is the chicken porridge I made for you. You're weak now, so you need to eat it lightly."

Early the next morning, Leng Huaijin went to the kitchen to make breakfast for Shen Weiyang. He then served it to her personally.

However, Shen Weiyang only swept her gaze coldly. "You should ask the others to make breakfast for me. I don't dare to eat the breakfast that Director Leng condescended to make."

She had to admit that her coldness was like a bucket of cold water watering Leng Huaijin's enthusiasm.

But when he thought that the Gu worm in her body was related to him, and the suffering she had suffered over the years was all thanks to him, his heart ached.

After a moment of silence, he carried the chicken porridge away. "Okay, I'll get someone to make another bowl for you."

Shen Weiyang did not even look up, as if she was tired of looking at him.