Zhao Chun felt upset, lowering her eyes and pouting. You didn't know yet continued to sing so happily.
"I do know, Mom." Meng Shuyan raised her hand weakly, her eyes sparkling as she said, "It seems to be something about apples…"
"That's right, apples, apple."
Meng Shuyan pronounced clearly, "a-p-p-l-e, apple, meaning apple."
"See, even my son knows." Tian Sangsang looked at Zhao Chun.
Zhao Chun's eyes were like mosquito coils: Didn't you say you didn't know what it meant?
"Hey, wait a minute, I'll go heat up the chicken soup I made earlier for you to drink. Nourish what's lacking to get better quickly. Try to stay in bed as much as possible from now on, or else your foot will hurt again like today." Tian Sangsang advised before heading outside.
