Li Jingchen looked at her tenderly. "Eat now."

before breakfast, there was a murmur of conversation in the ward outside.

"ah, it's like grandpa Li," Butong listened, and then ran to the door to take a peek. "Grandpa Li, what can I do?"

the man put down his chopsticks, walked forward, turned her shoulder, and put her on the door. "Butong, the micro blog you sent last night, why did you cut off my photo? Why didn't you publish me, huh?"

Butong blinked and said at a loss, "last night, there was an emergency. I didn't have time to discuss it with you. What if you don't want to make...