In just two or three days without seeing her, Ms. Tao seemed to have lost weight all over, her complexion was terrible, and she looked completely dispirited and lifeless.
"Ah Han, take me to see your father," Ms. Tao spoke hoarsely and weakly.
Meng Han frowned, "Mother, your health..."
"It's okay, I've taken the medicine, and I'm much better now. Once we arrive at the clinic, I can have Doctor Mi take a look. If there's nothing serious, I'll stay there and take care of your father. He's so badly injured, what kind of wife would I be to stay at home hiding while he's suffering?"
"Father has someone to care for him, Mother, you're not feeling well, better not go."
Ms. Tao shook her head, "Let's go, I have things to discuss with your father."
Seeing it had come to this, Meng Han couldn't refuse any further.
Ms. Tao had just been ill, and the weather in November was very cold, so Meng Han hurriedly brought out the carriage.
