Song Chengguang, the little boy, was usually very mischievous, but when he saw his mother vomiting, the little guy naturally became very worried. He sat solemnly, his little eyes closely observing every move Xu Xiuxiu made. Normally, the little guy would lean out to blow on his mother, firmly believing that a breath could ease the pain or discomfort, but today he was on his best behavior.
Possibly because he knew he needed to be cared for by his aunt while swaying unstably in the car, he behaved himself much better than usual, no longer standing on his seat plastered against the car window, looking like he wanted to jump out and bounce around. The trip was quite worry-free all the way.
Finally reaching the city, Xu Xiuxiu looked somewhat better, but she still lacked energy. Seeing that it was nearly noon, the group found a distinctive restaurant near the shopping mall to rest and resolve the lunch issue.
