A bit awkward.
And somewhat guilty.
As Qiao Zhiyi was wondering how to greet him, Shi Jingzhou had already walked over.
"For me?" Shi Jingzhou stared at the bag in her hand, ignoring the one on the nurse's desk.
Qiao Zhiyi wanted to say it wasn't, but Shi Jingzhou had already reached out and taken the bag from her hand, "At least you have the conscience to come see me."
"..." Qiao Zhiyi felt too embarrassed to snatch it back and instead went back to pick up the bag from the nurse's desk.
"Who else are you giving one to?" Shi Jingzhou eyed the bag in her hand.
Qiao Zhiyi said, "Han Ling."
Shi Jingzhou's expression darkened instantly, and he stared at her intently, "So, you'd rather take care of another man and not come to see me?"
"Don't you have Miss Qin to take care of you?" Qiao Zhiyi confidently retorted, "Han Ling is all alone, lonely and isolated, unlike you who has a beauty to care for you."
"So that means you are his beauty?"