"It's alright. Our Xiaoxiao is still young and doesn't need to worry about these things," Aunt Guo said with a warm smile, trying to reassure.
But then she felt a gaze directed at her.
Turning around, she saw her son, tightly pressing his lips together, his face darkened.
And how could it not be dark?
Aunt Guo had said everything he wanted to say, so what was there left for him to say?
Aunt Guo seemed to realize this too, awkwardly wrinkling her nose, and then quickly added, "The medicine has been diluted three times; it should be ready now. I'll pour it out to cool."
With that, she hurried away.
Jiang Yexun, looking at Su Xiaoxiao who still wanted to help, said, "It's fine, you go take a bath. I'll handle things here with my mom."
In his view, once the little educated youth married him, she wouldn't need to do anything. Even earning money was something he would take care of.