He kept repeating to himself: I'd do anything for my brothers... No, he was going there so that his brothers could stab him in the back.

Forget it! Gu Yao saved his life after all! Two stabs it is, anyway, whether he lives or dies doesn't matter to him.

Because Gu Yao said he was in a hurry, Tai'an left without stopping.

Meanwhile, in the hotel, Zhou Chunhua, holding the hands of two children, calmed everyone down.

To be precise, when everyone heard the news that Gu Yao had regained consciousness, it was as if they saw a long-lost glimmer of hope.

Those who had previously given up hope have now changed their minds.

After calming the troops down, Zhou Chunhua hurriedly returned to the ward.

As soon as the door opened, Tongtong pounced on Gu Yao.

"Uncle Gu, you're finally awake."

Nini skipped and hopped to the bedside, smiling as she called out, "Uncle Gu."

Gu Yao held Tongtong in one arm and raised the other hand to rub Nini's head.

Their affectionate manner would make anyone who didn't know them think they were father and daughter.

"Are you hungry? I brought your favorite porridge." She placed the porridge she was carrying on the bedside table, carefully opened it, thoughtfully tested the temperature, and then handed it to Gu Yao.

Tongtong, who is always sensible, took the initiative to step back.

When Gu Yao took the porridge, he almost dropped the bowl and all.

She quickly took the porridge from him.

"I think I slept too long; my hands and feet are a bit unresponsive," Gu Yao said.

"It's okay, I'll feed you." She sat down on the edge of the bed, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and then fed it to Gu Yao.

Gu Yao didn't hesitate and ate it right away.

But that smile that she couldn't suppress... Is this porridge really okay to eat like this?