Chen Jing didn't overly doubt the scrapes and bruises that marked her grandson, but she still felt a pang of heartache.
Worried that these would mar her handsome grandson's face, she took to the kitchen after a little chat, preparing a soup to dispel any internal bruises. Besides worrying about the visible wounds, she was also concerned about internal injuries that might not be immediately apparent.
Of course, Zhu Qianying wouldn't reject her mother's love for her grandson.
At noon, rather than go back to the villa, Zhu Qianying and the others ate lunch straight at the restaurant.
After lunch, baby boy was clearly out of energy. Obviously, his body hadn't fully recovered, and he was easily tired.
"Ying'er, you should take baby boy home with Pagoda Tree for some rest. He's still not adjusted to the time difference," Chen Jing suggested.
