***
"It's okay."
Qiao Chutian responded, picked up Mai Xiaomai, carried her out, and placed her on the bed.
Just now, Mother Mai had stepped out to answer a phone call and was thus unaware of what had happened in the bathroom.
Seeing her daughter's eyes red and swollen with tears still on her cheeks, she asked anxiously, "Xiaomai, why are you crying again? Don't keep crying; it's breaking your mother's heart."
Mai Xiaomai, feeling guilty while looking at her mother's face, which had become much more haggard because of her, said, "Mom, I'm sorry for making you worry."
"What are you saying 'sorry' for, we're mother and daughter, aren't we?"
