The speaker was Xiang Qiao.
Shen Qing's heart tightened. With no time for anything else, she pushed Yu Jiuqing aside and hurried into the room.
As his arms were suddenly empty, Yu Jiuqing's brow furrowed, an uncontrollable wave of frustration surging within him.
But this was about his son, after all. He paused for a silent moment before following Shen Qing inside.
As soon as Shen Qing stepped into the inner chamber, she saw a young boy sitting on the bed. His eyes lit up, and he called out in a crisp voice, "Mother!"
The next moment, however, he saw Yu Jiuqing walk in behind Shen Qing. The boy's face instantly stiffened, and he leaned back against the soft pillows, looking utterly weak as he said pitifully, "Mother, my head hurts a little..."
