After greeting each other, Fu Yan sat beside Song Qing˪ and whispered, "Mom, are you feeling better",Ho Mingzheng let out a light chuckle, his gaze sweeping over Huo Jingshu who had also stood up and was now arm in arm with him. "Jingshu has grown up. In the future, she should live a good life with her own husband. Don't be so willful anymore.",Fu Jing's throat felt sore and bitter, a breath stuck in his lungs for a long while before he finally let out a soft "Hmm."。