Su Yaogeng glared at her: "If I had really stayed in Hanjing City without a word from you, I would have been worried sick. Although I'm concerned now, at least I can see you occasionally and hear news about you. In those years in Hanjing City, I couldn't eat or sleep well, feeling like I've aged several years."
"Pfft," Han Jing burst out laughing, "Mother, you're not old at all. When An'an and Yun Feng come back, let Yun Feng take a look at you. You've made up with Father, why not consider having another child, so you don't spend all day worrying about us!"
Su Yaogeng blushed slightly and pretended to slap her: "Silly girl, what nonsense are you talking about!"
Seeing her blush, Han Jing looked at her in shock, then glanced around to ensure there was no one around, and whispered: "You haven't, by any chance, not shared the same room with Father yet, have you?"
