She immediately got up from the chair and ran to the bathroom. The father and son both followed her anxiously.
Little Demon King saw his mommy vomiting as badly as he did, and he was terrified. His eyes turned red instantly, "Mommy, are you sick like me?!"
"Xiaoyu, don't worry, Mommy isn't sick. Go have breakfast."
Little Demon King stood at the bathroom door, watching Daddy nervously patting Mommy's back, which made him even more worried, "Mommy, if you aren't sick, why are you vomiting so badly?!"
At this moment, before Mo Qiansu could speak, Little Cherry's voice interjected, "Brother Xiaoyu, Mo Mommy must be like my mommy, pregnant with a little baby!"
"My mommy was just like this when she was pregnant with a baby! She would vomit several times a day! The doctor said this isn't an illness, it's called… morning sickness!" Little Cherry explained like a little doctor.
