Worried about Xie Changyan upstairs, Lin Xu couldn't help but look anxiously towards the upper floor even during dinner.
"Mother, you don't have to worry so much," Ji Yuqiao comforted, "Didn't the doctor say it's nothing serious?"
Lin Xu nodded, but after a while, she expressed her concerns again, "I don't know if he's had dinner or not. Maybe I should take some food upstairs."
She took a large bowl, filled it with some food, and was just about to take it upstairs when—
In a flash, it seemed Lin Xu thought of something, paused, and handed the bowl to Ji Zeqiu, "Can you go upstairs to check on your dad, and take him some food while you're at it?"
Ji Zeqiu, who had been quietly eating his meal, suddenly exploded, "Why should I go? I'm not going."
Thinking back to what had happened in the room earlier, his ears were still hot with embarrassment, and he turned his head away in anger.