"You're awake?" Tang Yue was already experienced in dealing with Xue Zhiyuan's fury. She picked up the broom next to her, cleaned up the broken cup, and then said, "What do you want to eat? Porridge or noodles?"
"I want stir-fried noodles." Xue Zhiyuan watched Tang Yue sweep the floor gently, and yesterday's fragmented memories came back to him.
He had been drinking, ran into Tang Yue, and before he knew it, he was kicked into the lake by someone.
He ended up in the hospital in the middle of the night.
Thinking about this made Xue Zhiyuan vent his anger on Tang Yue. If it weren't for Tang Yue, how could he have been kicked into the lake, and how could he have had a high fever and ended up in the hospital in the middle of the night?
"No, your fever just subsided, you can't eat stir-fried noodles. I'll get you some porridge instead."
