Mother Yao's complexion changed slightly.
She would usually drink it obediently; what happened today...
She glanced at Xiao Ye and stood up, "Heat it up again, I will give it to Beidi to drink."
"Okay." Sister Zhang nodded quickly.
It wasn't long before Sister Zhang appeared again with the hot milk.
Xiao Ye watched Mother Yao's retreating figure as she went upstairs, then respectfully said to Father Yao, "May I go up and take a look?"
Father Yao turned his gaze to Xiao Ye and then nodded.
Xiao Ye stood up from the sofa and strode toward the second floor.
"Turn right on the upstairs, the third room." Yao Beikun shouted from behind.
He was somewhat speechless; Yao Beidi and Xiao Ye had been married for nearly seven years, yet Xiao Ye still couldn't find Yao Beidi's bedroom.
Upstairs.
Xiao Ye's footsteps halted at the door.
Listening to Mother Yao's earnest and gentle voice, she said, "Beidi, you're in such poor health, drink the milk."
"I can't drink it."
