Listening to Zhan Qiaomo's sweet yet concerned words, Qiao Jing felt a warmth in her heart.
She reached out, gently stroking the little fellow's head, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Aunt Jing is fine, not sick."
Zhan Qiaomo clearly didn't quite believe it, his little face full of doubt, "Really? Are you sure you're not feeling unwell?"
The little one's repeated confirmation made Qiao Jing feel amused, yet also very touched.
She stood up, picked up the little guy, and spun around several times.
After the spins, she put the little one down, smiling, "How is it? Do you believe Aunt Jing is fine now?"
Seeing her still looking lively after spinning him around, Zhan Qiaomo finally believed she wasn't sick.
At that moment, Qiao Lin hurriedly entered the room, grabbed Qiao Jing's arm, and glanced at Zhan Qiaomo.
"Let's go talk over there."
Qiao Jing looked puzzled, wondering what couldn't be said in front of a child.
