He hung his suit coat on the hanger and sat down by the bed. His expression remained unchanged, "I'm fine, have you eaten?"
Su Nian smiled, took his hand and said, "Yes, I have eaten. Mom had someone bring the food from home, it's better than the hospital food."
"Is it? If you like it, that's good." Zheng Haoyu's hand stiffened in Su Nian's grip. He suppressed the feeling of irritability and said to her.
Su Nian noticed he did not seem very pleased. She thought he must be tired from work and spoke to help him relax, "Mom and Dad came at noon, they spent quite some time with me, and mom cooked braised pork for me ..."
Before she could finish speaking, Zheng Haoyu suddenly flung her hand away, stood up from the chair looking extremely upset, "Su Nian, do you have no heart? My mom was injured yesterday, and her knees are wounded. Yet, you made her cook for you, do you have no conscience at all?"