Just as Jiang Ruolan was about to say something, Xian Zihao suddenly put his hand on her shoulder. When she turned around, he looked at her with a calm look but quietly reminded her that at this moment, Zhou Qingling's condition was unknown. They can't say anything that will affect her.
Under his silent eyes, Jiang Ruolan immediately understood. She pursed her lip and didn't continue to speak; instead, she comfortably held Zhou Qingling's hand and smiled, "Mom, let's stop talking about this. I rarely come here to see you, not to mention that Zihao is here today too, and Chiahao and An Na are also outside. Our family is finally reunited, so we should celebrate it. What do you want to eat? Zihao and I will go out to buy the ingredients. We will stay here for the night and accompany you, alright?"
