He patted his side.

It was a seat even closer to him than the one Ai Lu had just chosen.

Ayru's unfolded napkin fell to the ground with a snap.

Shen Zhiyi glanced at the two of them and said, "Isn't this inappropriate?"

After all, her current status is just that of a nanny.

"If I say it's suitable, then it's suitable." Fu Yinzhou's attitude was firm. He pulled her hand and pressed her into the chair.

"In a moment, help me get some soup."

"Yes, young master." Shen Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief.

It turns out they needed her help.

Ai Lu looked at the two people opposite him, and the meal was both surprising and strange.

Fu Yinzhou said he wanted to drink soup.

A moment later, she complained that the wheelchair was inconvenient, making it impossible to get close to the dining chair, and that the soup bowl and spoon were too heavy for her to carry.

Shen Zhiyi took the soup spoon and fed him little by little.

Ailu: ∑(?д??lll)

If he remembered correctly, before his injury, Fu Yinzhou was a weightlifting fanatic...

Even if you're in a wheelchair now, surely you can still lift a soup bowl and a spoon?

Ai Lu chewed on his vegetables.

Suddenly I had the illusion that I was eating dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).

After finishing the meal.

Fu Yinzhou then dismissed everyone, leaving Ai Lu alone in the room to talk.

"What did you say?!" Ai Lu had just sat down when he suddenly stood up again.

Fu Yinzhou turned his wheelchair around and said, "I'm asking you, is it true that the treatment plan you mentioned earlier has a 75% chance of recovery?"

Ailu was completely stunned.

He didn't expect Fu Yinzhou to bring this up with him on his own initiative.

He exclaimed excitedly, "Really!"

"Of course it's true!"

"You're willing to accept treatment?!"

Fu Yinzhou paused for a moment, then said, "I can agree to give it a try, but on the condition that..."

He looked up, his expression sharp.

"I can't tell Shen Zhiyi that I've agreed to the treatment."