Zhao Hai has hung up the phone.

The expression calmed down.

Only the slightly red circles of eyes showed that he had just cried.

"Eat something," the man put the tray in front of Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai frowned as soon as he picked up the bowl, "The taste of ginseng."

This is one of his most annoying tastes.

"This should be something Miss Lin has to bear. She said earlier that you should raise your deep breath, otherwise you will not be able to remove the insect."

Zhao Hai glanced at him and his whole face became entangled.

A porcelain white spoon was pulled quickly in the bowl.

The man glanced at the sight and saw that there was no heat on the top, so he said, "Just treat the medicine and swallow it in big mouthfuls."

Zhao Hai glanced at him, picked up the bowl, and it turned out to be like drinking medicine, swallowing it.

At the moment, he covered his mouth and wanted to vomit.

The man was anxious and hurriedly said, "It's already done, I have to eat it if I spit it out."

Zhao Hai looked at him strangely, and inexplicably didn't want to vomit.

He lay softly on the bed, like a salted fish.

But the man remembered what he said he wanted to train and pulled him up again.
Chapter completed!