A cup of coffee suddenly stretched out in front of her, making Mu Lezhu pause noticeably. It took her a few seconds to shift her gaze to look at him, meeting his deep brown, cold eyes. She snapped back to reality, glanced at the coffee he was handing over, her lips moved slightly, but before she could speak, she heard his impatient, indifferent voice echo in the room: "Hurry up and take it."
Hearing this, Mu Lezhu pursed her lips, reached out to take the coffee from his hand, and responded in a flat tone: "Thank you."
She must have been out of her mind just now, why did she have the illusion that he was actually gentle? In less than a minute, she was snapped back to reality.
This was definitely her own fault, she reflected.
Lu Jingang glanced at the old man on the bed and asked indifferently, "When will the old man wake up?"
