Thinking of this, Xu Wan lost her appetite and put down her bowl and chopsticks.
Qiao Mo seemed worried, "Mom, why are you eating so little? Have some more."
"It's fine, I'm not really hungry. I'm happy just watching you eat. But you really should take care of your health, otherwise how will you be a mother in the future?"
Qiao Mo didn't respond, and Fu Nancheng, who was beside her, said in a deep voice, "Mom, don't worry, I'll make sure Xiao Mo takes good care of her health when we go back."
Qiao Mo shot him a disdainful look—That's her mom, why was he calling her Mom!
But as she thought about it, she remembered that Fu Nancheng had lost his mother at a young age, so Qiao Mo fell silent, saying nothing.
She knew Xu Wan's heartache was probably related to her.
For over twenty years, she had been searching for her, and now she was worried about her health, her relationship with Fu Nancheng, and her future.
Qiao Mo remained silent, her eyes slightly misty.
