Qin Nanyu's eyes darkened, and without bothering to ask the butler, he strode toward the children's room.
Seeing the tiny figure lying on the bed motionless, his little face even a bit pale.
His eyes abruptly narrowed, and without hesitation, he turned his head to instruct the butler, "What are you standing there for? Call an ambulance!"
He took a quick step forward, bent down, ready to pick up the person, but upon closer inspection, the little fellow whose acting was not up to par, his eyelashes trembled.
Hearing his anxious voice, the corners of his mouth even curled up, displaying a grin as if delighted at having tricked his own dad, about to wake from a fake faint with laughter.
Qin Nanyu paused and followed his upward curling lips.
What pale complexion? It was all made up.
His face reeked of talcum powder.
Qin Nanyu's hand froze, then he turned around to stop the butler who was about to call for an ambulance, and spoke somberly.
"When did he stop eating?"
