"Yueyue, don't spoil him too much. Look at him, he doesn't seem the least bit unwell. It's just that he wrote a bit," said Liao Yun as she glanced at her own son with a slight reprimand.
Lin Yue smiled a little, with a flush of red on her face.
"It's not just a bit of writing, Mom. I wrote all this by myself," Zhuo Xiangqiao said pitifully from the side.
"Alright, alright, I know you've worked hard. Here, this is the soup that Sister Li just made," Liao Yun said as she placed the soup in front of them, "Especially for Yueyue, you need to nourish yourself more lately. Your complexion has been looking much worse."
Zhuo Xiangqiao handed the soup to Lin Yue and said, "Okay, Mom, you can go get busy if you have things to do." Staying here was just getting in the way of spending time alone with Yueyue, wasn't it?
Knowing her son's thoughts, and given that she still had to rush to finish the two pieces of clothing, Liao Yun put down what she was holding and went upstairs.