Three days later, Fang Mujin woke up from a coma and shouted the first word warm.

Fang Mu was beside her, exciting and eating. She pouted her lips and said, "What a fool! That woman almost killed you. You still miss her!"

"Okay, stop nagging. It's lucky that your son can wake up."

"What? Say no, if I don't force her so much, can the woman hand over the antidote? But for me, would your son wake up?"

"Cough... Cough and cough..." Fang Mujin coughed slightly and his consciousness was not fully awake.

"Ah Jin, how do you feel? Do you have a headache? Dizzy not dizzy? Where are you...