Shen Chaoxi looked at him and saw nothing unusual on his face, but upon closer inspection, the dark pools of his eyes were tinged with red blood vessels.
Even without emotional closeness, there was still a blood tie that connected them.
"Then don't worry about me," Shen Chaoxi wanted him to get back to his tasks, but then she remembered that he might not have had dinner.
"I've ordered dinner for you, have a meal before you go check on things."
Shang Jianghan was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
Ordering the meal was quick, and it arrived in ten minutes.
Shen Chaoxi had ordered Shang Jianghan a bowl of lean meat porridge, along with two dishes, one meat and one vegetarian.
The soup was an old duck with mushroom soup.
During the ten minutes waiting for the meal, Shang Jianghan's phone was ringing nonstop.