Sister Yi hurried to get the medical kit while Lin Yixun just glanced indifferently at Leng Yixiu's right hand and went upstairs in her slippers. She did not come down even at dinner time.
At the dining table, the man's right hand was already bandaged, but he hadn't touched his chopsticks. Seeing this, Sister Yi knew he was waiting for Lin Yixun. She felt somewhat uneasy. She had gone upstairs twice, each time returning fruitlessly. Given Lin Yixun's personality, it seemed she wouldn't be coming down for dinner.
"Sir, would you like me to take her dinner upstairs?"
"Why deliver it to her? If she doesn't want to eat, then she won't eat!"
"This..." Seeing Leng Yixiu's stern face, Sister Yi hesitated, but couldn't help but say a few more words, "Sir, Miss Lin is pregnant now. Even if the adult can handle not eating, it's ultimately not good for the child in her belly. The child is still small and needs nutrition; it can't withstand the stress."
