"Dr. Lu, you can sit here," Tang ZhiLuo pointed Lu Zhihan to the last empty seat at the table, which was right next to hers.
Lu Zhihan sat down elegantly, with Mo Xun facing him, a chill brewing in his eyes.
"What are you doing here?" Mo Xun asked Lu Zhihan.
Lu Zhihan, with his hand on his stomach, looked towards Fu Junshen, "I need to speak to Fu about something."
"Let's talk after the firepot meal," Fu Junshen replied.
Tang ZhiLuo sat at the table, eating while listening to the three men talk.
"ZhiLuo, come here," Tang Zhixian called Tang ZhiLuo over.
Tang ZhiLuo thought her sister wanted soup and brought her a bowl.
Tang Zhixian said, "It seems Dr. Lu is not feeling well in the stomach, take this bowl of porridge to him, I can't finish it all."
"Okay."
Tang ZhiLuo, without overthinking, handed it over and placed it in front of Lu Zhihan, "Dr. Lu, you're not feeling well, have some porridge."
Lu Zhihan's eyes softened as he looked at the porridge in front of him.