"Here, let Auntie hold you." Lin Jiaojiao took the child, feeling how light he was in her arms, with a faint scent of medicine.
She couldn't help but ask, "Yu has caught a cold?"
This season was indeed prone to catching colds.
Chen Qingwen smiled and touched Chen Yu's head, saying, "This child has always been weak and frequently taking medicine."
As she spoke, the smile on Chen Qing's face inevitably turned bitter.
"Mother, I will get better." Chen Yu's round eyes stared at Chen Qing, showing concern for his mother.
Lin Jiaojiao couldn't help but be moved, comforting him, "Yes, you will get better."
"I know." Chen Qingwen gently nodded her head, then changed the subject, "Jiaojiao, Sister, I... I have a favor to ask you."
"Sister, please tell me." Lin Jiaojiao's expression immediately turned serious.
