Chi Enen looked at her thinned face, her heart softened, and she agreed, "Okay."
A hint of surprise flashed across Xi Zelie's eyes, "Go get ready."
"Yes, Young Master Lie."
Chi Enen furrowed her eyebrows, took the opportunity when Nuonuo was playing with other things, and glanced at her mobile phone.
The mobile phone was quiet, no text messages, and no missed calls.
Strange, hasn't Li Beijue seen the call she made to him yet? Why isn't he returning the call? Hasn't he returned to the hospital? Where did he go?
"Enen, time to eat."
"Alright, I'll be right there." Chi Enen put her phone back and carried Nuonuo over.
Soon, the villa's servants entered in procession, placing a row of exquisite dishes onto the table.
Chi Enen watched as they quickly filled the eight-seater dining table with Matsutake, Caviar, each dish luxurious and refined.
Aside from Western Food, they also thoughtfully prepared Chinese Food.
They also prepared Millet Porridge, Nuonuo's favorite.
