Chapter 469

"What's the matter? Not tasty?" Song took a big spoonful from Feng Jiacheng's bowl and screwed up his eyebrows, "Isn't it good?" Staring at Feng Jiacheng for a moment, he suddenly sprang to his feet. "Hiss - Have you lost your sense of taste?" Feng Jiacheng: "......" "I'm going to call Mr. Fisher now!" Song reached out to dial Ning Zhao's number. Speechless, Feng Jiacheng grabbed his hand. "I seriously suspect that you have been influenced by spending too much time with Ah Zhao." Song was taken aback. "Influenced what?" Feng Jiacheng sighed, "Brain." "...What's wrong with my brain?" A nurse came in to give Feng Jiacheng an intravenous drip. Watching the needle inserted into Feng Jiacheng's hand, Song put his phone away and said, "Fine, young master, I'll feed you." "No need." Feng Jiacheng tried to stop him. "Really no need. Can you pull up the small table for me? Hands off! The table!!" When Song pulled up the small table, he didn't seem too pleased. "So only Mr. Brooks can feed you,