Every time Xiaojiao had a fever, Su Yue would use a wet towel and a cooling gel sheet to bring down the temperature.
She had learned it from Su Yue.
Su Yue nodded and smiled. "Sure."
If Xiaojiao took care of Ming Ansheng, he would definitely die of bliss.
After they finished their breakfast, Su Yue washed the dishes.
Xiaojiao ran back into her room. Su Yue came out of the kitchen and glanced around as she looked for her. She walked around the living room.
She called as she walked around, "Xiaojiao, what are you doing?"
"I wear a mask." Xiaojiao came bouncing out with a red new jacket and gloves. She covered her face with a mask and came out looking ready.
Su Yue frowned and chuckled. "Uncle's place is very near. You don't have to wear a mask."
Xiaojiao answered, "There are germs. And it will spread to me."
Su Yue was speechless…
This little lass was so thoughtful!
