"Ah!" Mu Yiliang suddenly let out a painful scream.
Xiaoze's face changed: "Mommy, what's wrong with you!"
"My head hurts..." She frowned deeply, rubbed her temples, her face somewhat pale.
"Why does your head hurt? I'll go tell Daddy!"
"No need! Xiaoze!" She hurriedly tried to stop him, but Xiaoze had already bolted away swiftly.
Yan Sijue quickly arrived in Xiaoze's room.
"Yiliang, Xiaoze said you have a headache? What's going on?" His face was visibly filled with concern.
Mu Yiliang forced a smile: "It's nothing, it just stabbed sharply for a moment, but now it's fine."
Yan Sijue furrowed his brows and grabbed her wrist: "Come on, I'll take you to the hospital for a check-up."
Mu Yiliang instinctively struggled but couldn't break free.
"Really, there's no need, I'm fine!" She bit her lip and suddenly raised her voice, "Yan Sijue!"
The man's footsteps halted, and he turned to look at her, a deep sorrow flickered in his eyes.
