Lin Tang delivered Shan Yan back to his room but didn't seem to have any intention of leaving.
She made herself comfortable on the sofa as if she were at home and started ordering takeout on her phone.
She even kindly asked Shan Yan, "Do you want chicken soup or porridge?"
Shan Yan was taken aback for a moment. His brain hadn't caught up yet, but his mouth had already answered, "Chicken soup."
"Okay."
Lin Tang quickly picked out lunch and placed the order.
Shan Yan finally reacted, saying, "You're ordering..."
"Takeout, of course. You've never ordered before?" Lin Tang exclaimed in shock. "The food in the hospital is terrible, and unlike Yeye's family, you don't have anyone to bring you meals."
Her logic was so sound that Shan Yan found himself unable to retort.
"Lin Tang, aren't you going back?" Shan Yan hesitated but still asked.