"Auntie, this is for you." Chuxia stuffed the medicine into her aunt's hand, then stepped forward, took Luo Xiaoqiong and Luan Xiaoxiang by the hand, and they left the building.
At lunchtime, Wang Meifeng didn't come downstairs. Zhao Yuying explained to everyone that she had caught a cold, had no appetite, and was currently sweating it out under the blankets.
Sweating it out...
Not only Chuxia, Luo Xiaoqiong, and Luan Xiaoxiang, but even Zhou Mikang, who usually lacked facial expressions, couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth in amusement.
Zhao Yulan and the others didn't know the actual situation and thought Wang Meifeng really had a fever. They asked with concern a few times and, after Zhao Yuying reassured them several times that it wasn't anything serious, they started to eat in peace.
