Qianqian, Feed Me

"How are you feeling, Your Highness?" As soon as Su Qian sat down, an elegant and pleasant fragrance swept over.

Xiao Yan's expression changed. After coughing twice, he seemed to be devoid of strength and slumped in Su Qian's direction. "Still quite uncomfortable..."

However, before Xiao Yan could finish his sentence, Su Ye climbed onto the bed and stood in front of his Mother. He supported his body and asked with concern, "Ninth Uncle, are you okay?! Can't you sit still? I'll support you!"

Being stopped by his own son, Xiao Yan looked at him coldly.

"Ye'er, isn't it heavy? Why don't you leave it to me?" Su Qian took the initiative to say this because she couldn't bear to tire her son out.

Xiao Yan secretly hoped for it, but to his surprise, Su Ye waved his hand and smiled brightly. "Mother, don't worry. I'm strong!"