"Momo."
She hurried forward and pulled her daughter tightly into her embrace.
"Mom, I'm sorry."
"It's good you're back, it's good you're back."
Wen Ran repeated twice before letting go of Momo, looking at her reddened eyes, "You've lost weight, did they hurt you?"
"Mom, I missed you so much."
Wen Ran stared at Momo, not noticing the subtle changes in expression on the faces of Mo Xiuchen and Mo Ziye nearby.
"Mom, although Sister is not injured, she was frightened, and she had a slight cold a few days ago. We should accompany her to the hospital first."
Mo Ziye's calm voice sounded.
He had already unknowingly grasped Qingqing's hand, gently interrupting Wen Ran and Momo.
Wen Ran frowned, "Caught a cold? Is there a fever?"
"Mom, it's okay."
Momo's nose tingled with soreness, the more her mom cared, the more upset she felt inside.
Thinking about that woman's injection in her arm, she suddenly felt cold, panic, and fear.
