Qin Yishan's injuries looked serious, but in fact, they didn't damage any internal organs. The two groups who beat him knew how to fight, so it wasn't like he couldn't even eat.
Qin Yishan naturally understood the implication of his cousin's words, knowing that if he said he wasn't hungry, his cousin might just throw the food away.
He hurriedly got out of bed and limped to the dining table. Although his cousin didn't like talking to him, he hadn't wronged him; the food and accommodation were the best.
The patient meal in front of him was just that.
Watching his silly cousin awkwardly pick up the spoon, Qin Yize curved his lips indifferently and checked the time; Qiaoqiao should be home by now.
She mentioned going to the Qin Family Old Residence in the evening and probably staying there; such a big bed with Qiaoqiao alone, without him—it seemed so pitiful.
No, it was Qin Yize who seemed pitiful.
