"Mom, I was just thinking about you, and here you are!" Mi Chenxuan said with a cheeky grin.
Yan Zi, her eyes misty with tears, grasped Mi Chenxuan's hand. "Son..."
"Come on~ No crying allowed. If you cry, I'll want to cry too. My Seventh Brother told me that crying isn't good for the wound." Mi Chenxuan chuckled as he scratched his mother's palm. "Mom, I'll be able to come home and keep you company in a couple of days."
"You just focus on recovering. Mom will stay here with you." Yan Zi pursed her lips and turned to look at Tong Airui. "Rui'er, I heard from your dad that you donated 600cc of blood to Xuanxuan. You shouldn't stay here anymore; go home and rest."
Tong Airui didn't dare to meet Yan Zi's gaze and said softly, "It's okay, Aunt. Last night, after donating blood to Old Eight, they brought in plasma to replenish me."
Standing outside the door, Tong Yao froze. Her son had replenished blood, so why did his complexion still look so bad?
