"Phooey, phoey, phoey, you're going to be fine." Becca said.
Christine Quinn looked up and smiled at her younger sister, "Don't always show such a worried face when you see me, you're still in your postpartum period, don't let your mood affect your health."
"How can I not worry about you, you..."
Christine Quinn resolutely interrupted Becca, "I've already told you, life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are governed by heaven. Even if you worry about me, it won't change heaven's decision."
"How can I help you, sis, I'm so worried about you..." Becca's voice was already sad and choked.
Christine Quinn was startled and hurriedly put the child into the crib, using a tissue to wipe away Becca's tears, "Silly girl, don't cry... It makes me sad too when you do."
Becca sniffled, "I want to tell Mr. Jones, you can't handle all this alone..."
