"Mom, we have company. Could you at least spare me some dignity?" Xia Qiuming said helplessly from his hospital bed.
"What dignity do you have left to spare? If you really cared about your image, you would've agreed to go on those blind dates and gotten married early, so people would stop gossiping about your mother behind her back."
"Ouch, my wound hurts," Xia Qiuming said, feigning severe pain to change the subject.
Gu Jiaojiao hadn't expected Xia Qiuming's mother to be so straightforward and blunt.
She calmly continued eating and even moved a dish that Mu Ziquan couldn't reach closer to him. "Eat more fish. It'll help your wound heal faster."
"Thanks. You've worked hard today, you should eat more too." Seeing that there were other people in the room, Mu Ziquan refrained from calling her his usual address for her.
When Mrs. Xia heard her son say his wound hurt, she stopped nagging him and even thoughtfully tucked in the corner of his blanket.
