"Dad, Sister Ajiu promised to have dinner with us. We're meeting tomorrow at noon,"
Mo Yuan responded with a hum, a glint of a smile appearing in his eyes.
In the following time, the atmosphere once again fell into silence.
Mo Yuan put down his napkin and stood up, but just as he took a step, a wave of dizziness surged over him.
In recent days, the frequency of his headaches had increased, especially if he didn't take his medication, causing occasional severe pain.
He reached out to support himself on the table, his head splitting with pain.
Noticing something was wrong with him, Mo Chen hastily stood up and reached out to support him, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"
Mo Yuan remained silent, his face turning an abnormal shade of pallor.
He raised a hand to his head, clenching his teeth to suppress any cry of pain.
"Dad, do you have a headache? I'll get your medicine." Seeing him clutch his head, Mo Chen realized and turned to get his medication.
