Meng Shuyan came downstairs, followed closely by the bouncing and energetic Little Milk Tea. Seeing her mother radiating a gloomy and oppressive aura, the little guy felt a bit scared but still mustered enough courage to walk over to her.
He looked up with his clear, innocent eyes and asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"
Tian Sangsang swallowed her frustration and patted his fluffy hair. "It's nothing, just feeling a little heated."
"You can use these wild daisies to make tea; it'll help with the heat," Meng Shuyan said earnestly. But unfortunately, the wild daisies were scattered all over the floor...
"Yanyan, you really know so much."
The little guy blinked in confusion and emphasized, "That's what Mom told me before."
Tian Sangsang froze for a moment, then crouched down and kissed his cheek. "You're such a good son for remembering."
"I remember everything Mom tells me."
"Thank you." Tian Sangsang hugged his tiny body tightly. Her son was the best—always by her side.
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