"Mom, look at how unconfident you are about your son, and don't look at how well you gave birth to your son. Is it too early for you to worry about marrying a wife?"

Song Feiyu leaned against the head of the bed. The quilt slipped to the lower half of his body and his arm was broken.

Besides, the doctor had already promised that his arm would recover.

He doesn't need to work in the fields like those peasant workers, he only needs to be responsible ...