The baby doesn't remember him anymore.
"Mom, how are you feeling?" Mo Junhua gently patted Wang Guiyu's back. After she felt a bit better, he turned his head and queried about his mother's condition from his uncle, "Uncle, how is my mom? Is it serious? She always feels nauseous at home, but can't throw up and feels very uncomfortable."
"It's nothing serious, just the onset of shingles. When we get back, just expel the shingles, prepare two doses of herbal medicine to boil, reduce three bowls of water to one, and rest at home for a couple of days."
After hearing the word "mom," Lan Tian felt as if she had been struck by lightning, staring incredulously at the young man. Could this person be Mo Junhua? How could his complexion be so dark; no wonder she didn't recognize him.
