Mrs. Gu sighed softly, led the servants out of the room. She knew her son's nature well; what he didn't want to accept, no matter how hard you forced him, it was useless. He tended to do the exact opposite.
Once again, he was alone in the ward, holding a cartoon-themed thermos, feeling somewhat tasteless.
He knew she had been at the hospital these days, and he would ask the nurses about the child's condition, but he had never gone to her ward to see her.
Even though he was very angry with her behavior, he couldn't bring himself to truly hate her.
Just then, a nurse walked in to massage his legs. Gu Moming put the box aside and told the nurse, "Bring the wheelchair over."
The nurse paused, saying, "Aren't you eating? Where are you going?"
Gu Moming glared, raising his voice, "I told you to bring it over!"
