Thanks to Lucille's care, he could have a private room and was treated better than others.
But for Kris Cooper, who had always been used to living freely, being confined in such a small space and facing white walls every day was indeed a form of mental torture.
This time, Christoper Cooper had specially discussed the matter with Lucille, and she had agreed to allow a computer to be brought to him.
She handed him the computer she had brought. Vera also offered him the food she had brought, her face lit with a carefree smile.
"Mrs. Zhang was afraid you wouldn't get used to the food here, so she especially asked me to bring your favorite, Steamed Pork Ribs with Rice Flour."
Kris Cooper didn't eat the pork ribs. He just reached out and caressed her cheek. "You haven't been eating properly, have you? Your chin has become so sharp!"
