About twenty minutes later, Chen Jiu walked in carrying a bag.
Su Jingyu saw beads of sweat on his forehead and wondered why he was rushing so urgently.
Moreover, looking at him, the dark circles under his eyes were very noticeable, clearly indicating he didn't sleep well last night.
Chen Jiu sat down and pushed the small dining table over, "Xiaoyu, I bought some things, see if they suit your taste. Once you're feeling better, I'll make you something delicious to help you regain your strength."
Upon hearing Chen Jiu's words, Su Jingyu felt a sense of disbelief, as if in another lifetime.
Chen Jiu carefully helped her up and adjusted the hospital bed so she could lean back more comfortably.
"Did you skip lunch too?"
Chen Jiu nodded, "Xiaoyu, don't worry, I'm fine. You should eat something first, I'll feed you."
Of course, Chen Jiu wouldn't tell her that he spent the entire night delivering goods for Fu Zhanbei.
