Hospital.
Su Yang awoke, and Xiao Zhu brought in the porridge she had prepared, filling a bowl and sitting down beside the bed. "Mrs. Eldest Young Master, the doctor said you're too weak. Have some porridge."
She scooped up a spoonful and passed it over.
Su Yang turned her head away. "I'm not hungry."
Xiao Zhu, with tears in her eyes, said, "Mrs. Eldest Young Master, please have a little. Xiao Zhu begs you."
"I really don't have an appetite. Just leave it there; I'll call you when I feel like eating."
Xiao Zhu looked at Su Yang's pale face, her heart aching, yet unsure what to do.
"I'll do it."
Upon hearing the voice, Su Yang looked towards the door; it was Song Shijing, and her anger flared up in an instant.
This scumbag had the nerve to show up in front of her.
"Get out."
Song Shijing ignored Su Yang, walked to the bedside, and took the bowl from Xiao Zhu's hand. "Let me do it."