Standing at the foot of the stairs wasn't a solution either. After hesitating for a moment, Cheng Haoming still walked downstairs.
He cast a furtive glance at Mei Yuxin before walking over and sitting beside Su Qiao. "Xiao Qiao, what are you talking about?"
"We..."
"Urgh... urgh..."
Just as Su Qiao was about to speak, Mei Yuxin suddenly couldn't hold back and began dry-heaving.
She hurriedly asked with concern, "Xiao Xin, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
"I... urgh... I'm fine."
Mei Yuxin hadn't expected herself to suddenly start dry-heaving at a time like this.
Covering her mouth, she quickly ran to the trash can in the corner.
"How can you be fine? You're heaving so badly."
Su Qiao got up and walked over anxiously.
Naturally, Cheng Haoming followed closely beside her, his eyes filled with urgency.
Catching sight of Madam Cheng hurriedly running downstairs from the corner of her eye, Su Qiao said anxiously, "Could the chicken soup I made be too strong? Can't you stand the smell?"
"Xiao Xin, do you feel like vomiting?"
Madam Cheng didn't mind the mess at all. She immediately supported Mei Yuxin, who was still dry-heaving nonstop.
Cheng Haoming was worried, but he couldn't show it too obviously, so he hurriedly said, "Since you're not feeling well, go back to your room and rest. Don't stay here and disturb Xiao Qiao while she drinks her chicken soup."
"Come, I'll help you back to your room to rest." Madam Cheng had probably guessed what was going on, so she quickly helped Mei Yuxin upstairs.
Cheng Haoming almost followed them, but thinking of Su Qiao, he forcibly held himself back.
His gaze fell on the chicken soup on the coffee table. He eagerly picked it up and said, "Xiao Qiao, this bowl has gone