Chapter 13

Are your hands crippled?

I’m gonna… Mom’s.

I turned and stood at the doorway, glaring at him with a stubborn gaze à la Shancai,

“Who do you think you are…?”

“Five hundred yuan.” Lu Xiao said, propping his leg up as he lay on the hospital bed, his arms clasped behind his head.

That’s a massive fortune for a student!!

“Right away, Young Master!”

I strode forward, showering him with concern, opening his lunchbox and serving his rice,

I said fawningly, “Young Master, would you like some soup now?”

“Do you need me to blow on it for you?”

He suppressed a laugh, lifting his chin like a pompous old man. “Mm, feed me.”

I was curious, “Got another IV in your hand?”

His beautiful dark eyes drifted over me, looking utterly entitled and incredibly punchable.

“?

“Just too lazy to move.”

This outrageous arrogance!

For the sake of that sweet, sweet money, I’ll put up with him one more time.

I speared a big chicken drumstick and shoved it towards his mouth.

He turned his head to avoid it. “Don’t like it.”

Me: “?? Then what have you been eating these past few days? My mom said you love chicken drumsticks.”

He let out a lazy yawn. “That’s because Auntie *thought* I loved chicken drumsticks.

“Someone as polite as me, of course, couldn’t possibly refuse an elder’s kindness.”

“You’re polite?” I accused, indignantly biting into the chicken drumstick,

“Are you serious?”

“Qi Mengmeng!” Dad walked in, yelling in exasperation, “You rotten girl, why are you snatching a patient’s chicken drumstick?

“How rude!”

I was speechless, turning to see Lu Xiao’s expression.

I fumed, “You set me up?”

He crossed his arms and smirked silently:

“Ah,

“I, did, it, on, purpose.”