"How did he know?"
"How did he know?"
"How did he know…"
Chen Jingzi's cheek still ached from the slap, red marks were visible. Suddenly, an indignant question tore at her wounds, causing the excruciating pain to return.
After giving birth, Chen Jingzi's wounds had never properly healed.
Other mothers had their cosmetic stitches absorbed by the wound within a fortnight, fully healed.
But her wounds had worsened, reacting badly to the absorbable sutures.
This sudden tug of pain made her instantly frown.
"Mom..." Touching the cheek that had been slapped by her mother, her eyes welled up with tears, "Did you tell Gu Xu? Did you?"
"Even now you won't ask about the baby's condition, do you know the baby was almost lost? What is your heart made of?"
Chen Jingzi could hardly believe that her gentle mother was now slapping her and interrogating her.
She immediately retorted, "Like I said, it's just a fever. Won't it be fine when it passes? What's there to fuss about?"
