Charles didn't say a word, just furrowed his brows slightly, giving her a cold glance. She dared not delay for a moment, immediately putting down the water glass and went out.
Charles glanced coldly at Korea's back, then turned to look at Ji Chicheng lying on the bed.
His eyes were open, looking at him, and his brows were slightly furrowed.
Was he dissatisfied with him?
Just as this guess flashed through Charles' mind, he noticed Ji Chicheng shifting his gaze to the water glass Korea had just put down.
Charles suddenly understood, smiled, "Daddy can feed you."
He reached out again for the water glass, scooped a spoonful, tested the temperature by touching it to his lips, then fed it to Ji Chicheng.
But Ji Chicheng tightly pressed his lips together, furrowing his brow even more.
"What's wrong?" Charles frowned, not understanding Ji Chicheng's behavior.
The amnesiac young master Ji's inner thoughts: Can't you see I'm disgusted by you?
