Lin Shuya's heart ached when she saw Qin Churou's look.
She helped Qin Churou up from the bed. "Rou'er, do you feel uncomfortable?"
Qin Churou's eyes reddened. "Mom, I don't feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, Mom has been taking care of me all day. You must be tired."
Hearing Qin Churou's words, Lin Shuya, who had been complaining about taking care of Qin Churou all day, immediately smiled.
She didn't feel anything after taking care of Qin Churou for so long.
She rubbed Qin Churou's head and said with a smile, "Rou'er, you're my daughter. If I don't take care of you, who will I take care of?"
"Thank you, Mom."
Qin Churou was so touched that she threw herself into Lin Shuya's arms.
