Justin and Anne, Feeling Wronged

In the infusion room, Justin leaned against a reclining chair, and Anne stayed with him. She called her bodyguard. "Well, are you here? Okay, I'll go out and get it... I'm in the infusion room." She accompanied him to see the doctor just now. The doctor said that it was because he didn't eat for a few days and he was depressed. After hanging up the phone, Anne went out of the infusion room. Not long later, she came back with a take-out box in her hand. She opened the box and a faint aroma wafted out. Justin slowly opened his eyes and looked at her. "You bought me food? No need. It is too much trouble... I'll be fine after the infusion and sleep." Anne didn't say a word. She took a spoonful of porridge to his mouth. Justin was slightly surprised. Looking at her stubborn look, he had to open his mouth. "Hey, are you so good to everyone?" "What?" Anne looked up at him, but she still didn't speak. She was so angry that she didn't want to talk. She didn't know why she was so angry when she