C815 It will Only Worsen the Illness Right

Even the chicken soup that he fed to Qiao Shan had almost reached the other party's nostrils. Qiao Shan could not help but turn his head and whispered, "Military Commander, I'm sick, can you have some snacks?"

"You talk too much, drink by yourself." Loong Che pushed the bowl of chicken soup into Qiao Shan's hands, stood up and walked towards the sofa