The next day, Song Moting came to pick Jiang Xiaoxiao up from the hospital.
In front of Xu Meng, Jiang Xiaoxiao took out a bottle of peach wine from Song Moting's backpack.
Song Moting's eyes flashed; his wife was about to make trouble again!
"This is medicine; you can only drink half a cup each time. His body is very weak, and it's best to take it gradually. You should understand the principle that when one is weak, they cannot handle too much nourishment. You must not drink too much, as it will burden the body.
Xiao Cheng is only six years old; his body and heart can't handle it."
Jiang Xiaoxiao was definitely bluffing, sounding alarmist.
She was afraid Xu Meng would feed it all in one go.
If Xiao Cheng started bouncing around tomorrow, she'd be the one under scrutiny.
She poured a small cup for Xu Meng and then put the peach wine away.
