"Mummy!" A little head leaned in from the door, with a look of concern, "Mummy, do you feel better?"

Wen Zixun waved at her son: "I am much better, don't come in!"

"Why? Doesn't Mommy like Xingyu? Don't you want me?" The little boy looked pitiful. "Mommy, don't you really want Xingyu?