"Hurry up and open the door. Mom is here," Mu Huan said as she kicked Bo Junyan.
Bo Junyan: "…"
Soft, timid, obedient?
He must have been blind in the past.
After he opened the door, Meng Yueman walked in with a bowl of ginseng soup.
"How's Xiao Huan's injury?"
Mu Huan didn't wait for Bo Junyan to say anything.
She immediately replied, "It's nothing, it's nothing! It's not a problem at all!"
"How could you be fine after falling from such a great height?" Meng Yueman handed the bowl of ginseng soup to Mu Huan as she spoke. "Here, drink this bowl of ginseng soup to nourish your body."
"Thank you, Mom." Mu Huan took it and gulped it down.
Meng Yueman really liked watching Mu Huan eat. Every time she saw her eating, she couldn't help but want to eat more.
When she was done, Meng Yueman looked at her son. "How are her injuries?"
Bo Junyan said, "It's just a superficial wound. It's fine."