Tea scalded her tongue, she frowned, looked a little painful, with a trace of haste to put down the quilt, took out a silk handkerchief and covered her mouth.

Ding Yiyi remembered that the tea was hot. He stood up quickly. "Mom, you're all right. Wait a minute. I'll get you a bottle of ice water."

There is a simple kitchen on the second floor. Ding Yiyi takes out a can of distilled water from the kitchen and rushes back to the balcony of the reception room.

Xia Yihan drank water, his face was much better in pain, his eyebrows were gradually relaxed, and he waved to her that he...