A knock sounded at the door, Yuntian turned to open it, and his face instantly turned icy cold upon seeing the person outside.
"What are you doing here?" Yuntian spoke with a face that did not look good.
Zheng Siyuan saw him, frowned slightly, and replied just as unkindly, "What I'm doing here doesn't seem to have anything to do with you."
"The woman in this ward is mine now, tell me if it has anything to do with me," Yuntian's voice was as cold as millennial ice.
Tianxing heard the voices of the two and bit her lip, anxiously calling out, "Yuntian."
Yuntian snorted coldly, turned, and stepped aside from the doorway, heading towards the bed.
Zheng Siyuan walked in carrying food, reached the bedside, and placed the shrimp congee and a steaming box of crab dumplings on the table nearby.
