"But Mommy, you look really pale, you should go to the hospital for a check-up!" Xiaobao's brow was deeply furrowed, fearing something might happen to her.
"Mom is a doctor, so if there's anything wrong, Mom would know best, there's no need to go to the hospital." Luo Mengmeng's nausea had already subsided, so naturally, she didn't dwell on it anymore.
"But..." Xiaobao was still somewhat worried.
After all, isn't there a saying—doctors don't treat themselves.
And why did he always feel like her symptoms were those of pregnancy?
Before he could finish speaking, Mengmeng couldn't help but facepalm, stuffing a small piece of bread into his mouth, "No more buts, how can you be so chatty for such a little guy?"
Even more nagging than her own mother.
"Umm..." Xiaobao blinked his eyes pitifully and innocently with his mouth full of bread.
Gu Zhihan walked over, looking at the mother and son, "What's the matter?"
