As soon as Mrs. Si's voice fell, Shi Mu's voice rang out, "Auntie, you're here."
Seeing Shi Mu, Mrs. Si's gaze instantly brightened, "Amu, you're not at work?"
As she spoke, her expression paused for a moment, and she frowned at Shi Mu, in his pajamas and looking somewhat pale, "Are you sick, Amu?"
Shi Mu smiled, "Yes, it's not Achun who is sick, it's me. Achun cooked porridge for me."
Mrs. Si's eyes held a thoughtful gleam as she glanced between Shi Mu and Si Chen, "Have you two made up?"
Shi Mu just smiled without saying anything, simply looking towards Si Chen.
Si Chen felt very uncomfortable and said cooly, "Mom, aren't you being a bit too nosy?"
Mrs. Si stepped forward, holding Si Chen's arm with one hand, pouting as she spoke, "Of course I have to be nosy, who am I if not your mother? Don't you know that during the time you and Shi Mu were quarreling, everyone at home was almost driven crazy by you, do you understand?"
