Lin Xiaoyue looked at her, thinking of her three scheming sisters, and then thinking of the purpose of her trip, her heart was unusually heavy.
Wen Wan wiped Jinbao's nose, wondering if the little guy had caught a cold after the bath earlier; she reached out to feel his forehead.
Fortunately, the forehead wasn't hot.
Apart from that sneeze, the little guy seemed perfectly fine.
From birth to his first birthday, Jinbao only coughed a few times on the journey to the Capital due to the climate change from south to north, but it wasn't serious. The doctor prescribed some medicine, and he recovered after taking it a few times.
Most of the time, he hadn't been sick.
Even his mother-in-law said that naming him "Jinbao" was a good choice, as a strong name helps ward off illness and misfortune.
Shifting her gaze from her son, Wen Wan looked at Lin Xiaoyue, "You didn't come today just for a chat, did you?"
