"What's wrong with Dad?"
Xu Er Ya, lying on the bed, looked anxiously outside.
Xu Daya, with tears all over her face, said, "Stop asking, you need to focus on recovering."
While speaking, she handed half of a biscuit and half an egg to Xu Er Ya: "Eat it quickly."
Xu Er Ya was really starving.
These past few days, the Old Madam had stopped calling her for meals, and she was so hungry she could only survive by drinking spiritual spring water. But drinking just spiritual spring water can't satisfy her hunger, and now she only felt a acidity in her stomach and a burning sensation.
Even the coarse biscuits that she usually despised tasted supremely delicious.
Xu Er Ya didn't care about Xu Zhiyong anymore and swallowed the biscuit fiercely. Even after eating the biscuit and egg, she was still somewhat hungry.
But Xu Daya really had no way to provide more food.
"What exactly happened?"
Xu Er Ya was not so hungry now, so she asked Xu Daya.
