"Call your brother."
"Brother, I want it, I want it!"
Mo Yinhe threw the mermaid warrior in front of her: "Take it, are you still feeling unwell?"
Little Huahua shook her head.
Mo Yinhe wasn't convinced, lifting his cold little eyes to look at Ye Xingguang: "Aren't you going to take her to the hospital? Is this how you are as a mother? What if something else happens?"
Having been lectured by her son, Ye Xingguang was already used to it. She said, "Your father has already gone to get the car ready. Once Little Huahua's full, we'll take her to the hospital for a check-up."
That seemed acceptable enough, so Mo Yinhe stopped making a fuss because, for now, he couldn't find any fault.
...
Ye Junqing had already called Xu Yatong, explained the situation, and told him they were bringing Little Huahua to the hospital for an examination. After all, no one understands mermaids better than he does.
