In fact, Zhou Shu had already found him at that time, but for some reason he didn't want to leave.

Zhou Shu asked him puzzledly, "President, why don't you go back?"

But he just said, "I have my own plans," and sent the man away.

This day.

Chen Mengchu met Zhou Shu as soon as he arrived at the hospital.

"Who is he?" Chen Mengchu asked Lu Jingxiao with a vigilant look, fearing that he was someone who came to cause trouble for him again.

"He is my assistant." Lu Jingxiao explained.

Only then did Chen Mengchu put the soup in his hand on the cabinet with confidence.

Lu Jingxiao gave Zhou Shu a wink, and Zhou Shu turned and left. Only Lu Jingxiao and Shen Mengchu were left in the room.

"Xiaochu, thank you."

Lu Jingxiao said thank you, but there was a different emotion in his eyes.

"What's there to thank me for? It's just a small favor." Chen Mengchu shook his head, indicating that he didn't need Lu Jingxiao's thanks.

"However, I may not come tomorrow." Chen Mengchu said as he handed the poured pork rib soup to Lu Jingxiao.

"Why?" Lu Jingxiao's tone was a little urgent.

Perhaps realizing that his tone was too excited, Lu Jingxiao touched his nose and spoke again, "What I mean is..."

"It's my friend's birthday tomorrow, my best friend."

Knowing what he wanted to say, I said it before he did.

Listening to Chen Mengchu's words, Lu Jingxiao nodded.

"Xiaochu, do you have someone you like?"

Lu Jingxiao mustered up the courage to ask the question that he wanted to ask the most.