"Sir, what's wrong with you?" The woman felt a bit uncomfortable under Huo Yi's intense gaze and waved her hand in front of him.
Huo Yi withdrew his gaze, pushed the breakfast on the table toward her, and said, "Have breakfast."
"Okay." The woman slowly opened the bag.
"Have you been feeling any discomfort lately?"
The woman shook her head, "No."
"Well, don't stay cooped up inside if there's nothing wrong. Walk around more."
A mother's physical and mental well-being is beneficial for the child's health.
The woman nodded, "Yes, I go downstairs for a walk every day. They also bring me flowers every day, and there's always someone to talk to me, so I'm not suffocating."
Huo Yi took care of everything, and those people really treated her like a goddess.
She had never lived such a good life from childhood to adulthood.
She addressed Huo Yi as "sir" because she didn't know his surname, his first name, or what he did; no one had told her.
