Lin Yuan hurriedly pushed away the blankets and Xia Zheng's arm that were protecting her, revealing what she considered her most brilliant and beautiful smile: "Dad, Mom, I'm fine, it's just a stomachache, don't worry about me."
"Stomachache? How can you suddenly have a stomachache? Did you eat something cold that you shouldn't have?" Lin Jiaxin carefully led the way at the front while chattering incessantly, his fussing even more relentless than the gossiping old women in the village.
However, it was Lady Liu who sharply caught the words "stomachache" and noticing her daughter's shy, indescribable demeanor, how could she not understand?
"Oh my, could it be?" Now Lady Liu was no longer in a hurry, but instead started clapping her hands joyfully, saying "That's wonderful" three times before going ahead to make the bed for Lin Yuan.
