In the hospital, Mu Beiting had been holding Ruan Zhitong's hand the whole time, silently keeping watch by the bedside!
At noon, Pete brought in a boxed lunch and handed it to Mu Beiting. "President, you haven't eaten anything since last night. I just ordered this takeout. I know you're really worried about Madam, but you still have to eat at least a little. Otherwise, when Madam wakes up and you collapse from hunger, then what?"
Mu Beiting looked up at Pete, said nothing, carefully placed Ruan Zhitong's hand down by the side of the bed, took the lunch box Pete handed over, and slowly started eating.
Seeing that Mu Beiting was finally willing to eat something, Pete finally let out a breath of relief. "President, there are still some things that need to be handled at the company. I'll go back first. If you need anything, just give me a call!"
"Mm." Mu Beiting gave a slight nod.
Pete looked at Mu Beiting one last worried glance, then turned and left!
