Flynn stopped Mum Meng’s way, and looked at her with scrutiny eyes, and her voice was a little heavy, “Aunt Meng, you haven’t just finished the operation, why didn’t you rest in the ward?”
Flynn thought about the grace of cakes, and once helped Meng Ying’s family move, and Meng’s mother also knew him.
Hearing Flynn’s question, a panic flashed across Aunt Meng’s eyes, and she couldn’t speak.
“My wife, why are you still standing here? You have a small cold. After taking the medicine, hurry home and harp!” Uncle Meng walked over with his mother Meng’s physical examination sheet.
Flynn had good eyesight, and at the first glance, Meng’s mother had a common fever and cold.
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