The two of them are bigwigs who can cause earthquakes with a stomp of their feet. Staring daggers in the hospital room, argue? Impossible.
Richard Shaw and Griffith Squire simultaneously shook their heads and said, "No."
Leah let out a cold laugh, placed the ginseng soup from the earthen pot onto the small table by the hospital bed, then handed him a long-handled spoon, and said idly, "Drink it yourself. If you have the energy to argue, you should have the energy to drink the soup yourself."
Griffith Squire: "..."
Griffith Squire resignedly accepted the long-handled spoon, looked at the small and exquisite earthen pot in front of him, and said, "Leah, why do you scold me and not him?"
The innocent Richard, caught in the crossfire, looked speechless; he hadn't done anything.
