Secretary Zhang placed all the breakfast items on the dining table, and when Song Yuchen saw the steamed dumplings in the food container, he climbed onto the dining chair, took the container with dumplings, and headed for the ward.
"Ye Zhenzhen, I've brought you some dumplings."
When little legs scurried to the bedside, Ye Zhenzhen had already gotten out of bed, "Thank you, Xiao Chen, just put it on the table for now, I'm going to brush my teeth."
Xiao Chen quickly came over to support Ye Zhenzhen, "Be careful, okay!"
The little guy was full of concern.
Ye Zhenzhen chuckled, "Xiao Chen, I hurt my arm, not my leg, it's fine, you don't need to support me, I can still manage normal day-to-day activities."
"Okay then, but you still need to be careful."