Huo Chenhuan walked down again and realized that Su Yayan was curled up in a small ball on the sofa. If he did not look carefully, he would not have noticed her.
Huo Chenhuan was stunned for a moment. He thought something had happened to her and hurriedly ran downstairs to her. He reached out and touched her forehead. "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"
Su Yayan was stunned when she saw him suddenly rushing over. She immediately pursed her lips and ignored the fact that the two of them were still in a cold war. She said aggrievedly, "Xiaoqi said that I'm emitting a maternal glow. Does she mean that I'm old?"
"Of course not!" Huo Chenhuan retorted without thinking.
At the same time, he felt that his wife had been in a bad mood recently and could not help but worry.
