"Yeah, I don't like eating chicken congee anymore. Whatever others liked, I won't like." Su Junhao's voice was cold.
He also glanced at the chicken congee on the floor. Actually, the congee she made was really fragrant and delicious, but just thinking about her making the same congee for Shen Mingfeng felt like his throat was choked, and he couldn't accept it at all.
She actually cooked the same thing for both him and Shen Mingfeng, it was enough to make him livid. She came to the hospital and went straight to Shen Mingfeng's ward, got so close to him, and even fed him water as if he didn't have hands.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He knocked the medicine bottle off the table, making a loud clattering noise, and the pills scattered everywhere.
