After eating, Lin Zhiyi followed the doctor's orders and took her medicine before collapsing dizzily onto her bed.
She faintly heard Liu He say she was going back to the hotel, and with a hum, she fell asleep.
But for some reason, she always felt someone was staring at her beside the bed.
She squinted and took a look, then turned over.
The next second, she suddenly opened her eyes, bounced up from the bed, and glared at the man beside her.
"Uncle, it's really late, what do you want?"
"Eaten yet?" Gong Chen asked in a low voice.
"Eaten—"
Lin Zhiyi was about to say she had eaten when Chen Jin, standing behind Gong Chen, raised a bag in his hand, making exaggerated gestures.
"Miss Lin! Local snacks from Shan City, Third Young Master hasn't eaten yet and specially brought them to eat with you."
Considering Lin Zhiyi liked to be contrary.
Chen Jin's hint became more explicit.