Waking up in the morning, Shen Mingzhu was about to get out of bed when the soreness in her arm made her involuntarily gasp.
Pei Yang pushed the door open and saw her sitting on the bed, rubbing her arm. He hurriedly came over with concern to help her, his words gently appeasing, "You worked hard last night."
Shen Mingzhu's face flushed as she glared at him, but in the next second, the throbbing pain made her involuntarily let out a low groan.
Pei Yang stopped what he was doing and went outside to get some medicinal wine.
Shen Mingzhu didn't want the new room to be full of the smell of medicinal wine, so she put on her shoes and followed him outside.
As soon as Pei Ziheng left the room, he detected the strong scent of medicinal wine and couldn't help but frown.
When he got close to Shen Mingzhu and realized the smell was coming from her, his face frowned even more.
"Mom, are you hurt?"
Pei Ziheng's sharpness caught Shen Mingzhu by surprise and filled her with pride.
