The drowsy Lin Jie squinted at the time and realized it was a quarter past six in the morning, and he had only been asleep for three hours.
He also noticed Lin Miao was sitting on the hospital bed sipping porridge in small bites, asked with extreme dissatisfaction, "Li Ting, did you wake Miaomiao too?"
"Yes, this is fish porridge. It won't taste good if it gets cold!" Li Ting replied with a smile.
At this, Lin Jie could no longer contain his anger and shouted, "Li Ting, do you know that Miaomiao suffered from a headache and only managed to fall asleep past three in the morning last night?"
"What's so good about this stupid porridge, you know, if Miaomiao sleeps for one more hour, she will have one less hour of headache torture!"
"I... I didn't know!" Li Ting was a bit at a loss, her eyes immediately turning red,
"Brother..."
