Xie Huan looked at Shen Tian's face, now thin and angular, and sighed lightly, "Uncle Shen, you've worked hard these days."
"What is the Young Master saying? As long as you and the Family Head are safe, I'm content."
Everyone chuckled softly, as the dark clouds hanging over the Sanfeng Association finally began to dissipate in recent days.
At that moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, and under everyone's gaze, An Zhifeng pushed a dining cart into the room.
"Lunch, for you all." With that, he lifted a bowl of white porridge and a plate of small pickles to the bedside table, saying to Xie Huan, "White porridge, yours."
"Thank you." Xie Huan smiled softly in gratitude.
An Zhifeng nodded and silently withdrew.
