Most of the news was about reminders, as well as private chats such as praising her for cooking well and wanting to learn from her.

One of the private chats caught Su Zhi’s attention.

The other party claimed to be the person in charge of a restaurant and said that the video of celery beef dumplings she recorded hit a dish in the restaurant. He hoped that she would delete the video, and the other party was willing to pay a certain compensation.

Su Zhi ignored the other party and deleted the message directly.

Then she looked through the message and deleted some malicious comments.

Soon, she discovered an id named "Brother Lu", who liked and commented under every video of her.

——My brother likes this dish and praises it.

——Today, the restaurant chef stir-frys the beef too old, and it’s not as delicious as you did.

——The first time I know that eggplant can be mixed with cold, so I will try it next time.

There are dozens of them like this.

With familiar ids and familiar tone, it is difficult to guess the other person's identity.

Su Zhi subconsciously clicked on the man’s Douyin account, and except for the title, he had no information, and even the avatar was provided by the system.

After a pause, she clicked to follow.

In the ward.

Mao Xiaoling was lying on the bed and sleeping, while the nanny was sitting next to the hospital bed reading a magazine.

When Su Lexuan entered, the nanny looked at him in surprise, "Who are you looking for?"

After looking at Mao Xiaoling who was still asleep, Su Lexuan walked forward slowly and put the heavy fruit basket on the bedside table with great effort.

Mao Xiaoling was awakened by the movement. She opened her eyes and saw her son standing by the bed, and thought she was dreaming.

"Xiaoxuan? Why are you here?"

Su Lexuan looked at her with clear black and white eyes, "I heard from my dad that you are injured, come and see you."

Mao Xiaoling had just had a miscarriage and was in a fragile state. Her son's simple words made her eyes turn red in an instant.

"Xiaoxuan..."

The nanny realized something and quickly moved the stool beneath Su Lexuan, "Xiaoxuan, right? You sit down."

Mao Xiaoling lowered her head and wiped her tears, "Xiaoxuan, sit down, talk while sitting."

Su Lexuan sat on the stool silently.

Mao Xiaoling looked at her son and suddenly realized something, "Xiaoxuan, what's going on with your hair?"

Su Lexuan had to stitch the back of his head before, and his hair was shaved. Although it has grown, it is very short and is not harmonious with other parts.

Although Su Zhi bought him a baseball cap and asked him to wear it when he went out, he could still see it if he looked closely.

Mao Xiaoling was already used to her son's silence and asked the nanny to take off his hat.

"Oh, what a scar!" the nanny exclaimed.

Mao Xiaoling sat up from the bed with difficulty, pulled her son in front of her, and looked over her head.

"What's going on? When did you get hurt?"

Su Lexuan took the hat from the nanny and put it on, "It's been more than a week."

Mao Xiaoling was still very sensitive at this time. Seeing her son's alienation and indifference, she couldn't help feeling sad.

"Why don't you tell me?"

Su Lexuan raised his dark eyes and said, "Didn't you tell me not to contact you?"

Mao Xiaoling was speechless.

After that, neither of the mother and son spoke, and the atmosphere fell into a stalemate.

The nanny found an excuse to leave.

As soon as the nanny left, Mao Xiaoling couldn't help but start to cry, "Xiaoxuan, are you blaming your mother?"

Seeing that his son didn't say anything, Mao Xiaoling's tears fell even harder, "I can't do anything. Even if I want to bring you here, your father won't agree. Besides, your Uncle Qiao is unwilling to allow you. Even if I force you to bring you by my side, it will not be good for you."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!