"Wen Nuan, I'll be waiting for you to come begging to me," Fang Liucheng said, turning to his car and leaving in a trail of dust. Wen Nuan, with a face of weariness, finally let out a sigh of relief. Why was she so tired, never even getting a moment to breathe?
In just one day, first Ye Feimo and then Fang Liucheng had completely exhausted her, both physically and mentally.
"Sister, are you okay?"
Wen Nuan shook her head, ruffled her sister's hair, "Mom?"
"She's asleep. If she saw Fang Liucheng, her condition might have worsened."
"Mom's sick?" Wen Nuan's voice suddenly became sharp.
"She's running a high fever," Wen Jing said. "I bought her some medicine, and she said she'll feel better after some sleep."
One misfortune after another, anyone would fall ill.
Especially their mother, who had never needed to lift a finger in her life and had always lived in comfort.
