Could it possibly be He Yingteng?
But why? Just to swap identities? What good does that do her?
Just then, someone knocked on the door, and he ceased his pondering, stretching his hand to pat the girl beside him: "Go check it out."
Chenxing hopped off the bed and quickly slipped on her shoes: "It must be dinner, I just told the butler to bring it over once it's ready."
As expected, upon opening the door, a dining cart was wheeled in, and the butler stood by the window with a worried expression: "Sir, is your leg feeling any better? Shall we call Doctor He to have another look?"
Gu Shaocheng glanced at the dishes with indifference, half suited to his taste, and the other half to Chenxing's preference.
"Sir…" the butler urged apprehensively.
Gu Shaocheng looked up impatiently: "It's just a sprained ankle, no big deal."
"Butler, Shaocheng is fine now." Chenxing touched her stomach, truly feeling hungry.
