However, when Jiang Tingxu returned to her office from the ICU, she saw that there was already a familiar food container on her desk.
Zhao Xian snickered.
"Dr. Jiang, this is the breakfast that your family's bodyguards sent over. When they saw that you weren't around, they put it down and left. "
The moment Jiang Tingxu saw the food container, she knew that it was prepared by her family. After all, she had seen that same food container the night before.
As for the little boy who had vowed the night before to deliver breakfast to his mother, he had slept much later than usual and did not get up in the morning. Hence, the mission to deliver the food was given to the bodyguards.
"Oh right, Dr. Jiang, your bodyguards said that they will also deliver lunch at noon. Dr. Jiang, your husband was the one who made all these arrangements, right? " Doctor Zhao asked enviously.
She thought, "F*ck, that's so sweet! Why do good men always belong to others?"
