"Aiyo, when you know that takeout food doesn't suit your palate why did you eat it?" Zhao Wei had been nagging Darren from the moment he came to visit her on Sunday.
Coming over to Dylan's family house on Sunday had become a tradition for both Darren and Dylan himself. If they both were in the city, they would always pay a visit to Zhao Wei.
Right now, Darren was sitting on a cushion while Zhao Wei sat behind him on a couch. She opened a bottle of a medicinal oil and after pouring some on her hands, she lightly massaged Darren's temples in a circular motion.
"Beauty Wei, my headache is already killing me. Can you stop reprimanding me?" Darren's voice sounded heavy because of his condition. Because of his stomach, he was running a fever and his head felt really heavy.
"How can I stop? My son is sick, do you know how worried I am right now?" Zhao Wei's voice sounded anxious as she replied.
