Mo Qiansu woke up, and it was already close to 7 p.m.
In this early summer season, the night had not truly fallen yet. Large swaths of ink-colored clouds tumbled outside the window, with the imminent appearance of a thunderstorm about to break out.
"Mommy, you're finally awake!" The Little Demon King was very obedient, staying by the bed the whole time without moving an inch.
He was busy fetching water for Mommy and calling the doctor to examine her, acting like a considerate little adult. Only then did he remember to call Daddy. However, after trying several times, no one answered the phone.
"Xiaoyu, come here," Mo Qiansu said weakly, "Help Mommy call Grandma Rong."
"Oh!" The Little Demon King first dialed the home landline, but no one answered. In the end, he called Grandma Rong's mobile, and after the call connected, he handed the phone directly to Mommy.
"Grandma Rong, how is my mom doing now?" Mo Qiansu asked straight to the point.
