"It's very light, porridge, eat some more." Ye Zimo exhorted her mother warmly.

"Don't advise me, don't eat."

Fu Fengyi's attitude began to be tough again. Ye Zimo knew that she had gone into the dead end again.

His personality is like that of his mother. Sometimes it's hard to get out of one thing when he's obsessed with it.

"You don't eat, I can't eat, you eat more, I'm not hungry ah." He lowered his voice and persuaded Fu Fengyi to open his eyes. He looked at him angrily. "If you don't eat, I'll never eat. You're fine. I'll probably have a day or two."

Every time Fu Fengyi...