Pushing him away, she took her son downstairs: "Come on, Mom will make you something to eat."
As Yang Hexuan walked, he looked back: "Where's the little sister?"
An unsatisfied Yang Zijing glared at him: "You still want a little sister with your behavior?!"
Overnight, Qinghong's cold got better. Since the whole family was around on the weekend, Jinqiu suggested going to the supermarket.
Yang Zijing was leading Yang Hexuan, while Jinqiu held onto Tang Qinghong. Remembering the events of last night, Jinqiu said to him: "Qinghong, if you ever feel unwell, you must tell Auntie, understand?"
He nodded gently, his gaze drifting into the distance, looking somewhat distracted.
On the other side, Yang Hexuan suddenly said: "Mom, I feel unwell."
"What's wrong?"
"My head hurts."
Jinqiu spoke irritably: "A child and you have a headache? I guess you've been playing too many games, huh?"
Yang Hexuan smiled and said: "Seems like it's been too long since I had ice cream."
