By the time it was dark, the bodyguards in the living room stood neatly without anyone stepping forward to admit that they were the murderer.
Lingling brought some light rice porridge into the medical room. After a day of IV drips, Aphrodite's condition had improved significantly. She was able to sit up and lean against the hospital bed, her face still very pale.
"Have some porridge!" Lingling sat down beside her.
"Not very hungry..."
Aphrodite's smile was somewhat pale too. Compared to Lingling, her body was much better due to regular intense training. Even so, she was seriously injured. It was imaginable that if Lingling had eaten that bowl of salad, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
"Even if you're not hungry, you should drink a little. Come on, or else you won't have any strength!"
Under Lingling's persuasion, Aphrodite drank the half bowl of finely ground rice porridge.
