Xia Yumo's uterine disease tumor surgery was completed half a month ago, and she was scheduled for discharge before New Year's Day.
"Even though you're discharged, take advantage of this holiday to rest well, don't work so hard anymore, and tell me if you need anything."
Qiao Xu looked at Xia Yumo's frail body and couldn't help but urge her again.
Xia Yumo was somewhat helpless, looking at her, and said irritably:
"After you remarried Lu Moqing, you've become more and more like a middle-aged woman."
Qiao Xu: "..."
"You've nagged me more than ten times already, I promise that I'll listen to you and take good care of my body, okay?"
Xia Yumo held up her fingers in a swearing gesture, and only after repeatedly promising did Qiao Xu come down satisfied.
"Alright, you've been with me for almost a month, hurry back to your husband, lest that pig trotters resent me."