After Lu Yinan hung up, he hastily informed Yan Rusheng, "Jiaojiao is having a high fever. I need to go back."
Yan Rusheng got anxious when he heard him. "Hurry up then."
"Bye." Lu Yinan ran out, leaving his coat behind.
…
"What's wrong?"
Lu Yinan reached home and simply ran up the stairs without taking off his shoes.
Jiaojiao was resting on the bed, and her cheeks were red. Lu Yinan's mother sat beside her with a wet towel on her hand.
She turned and glanced at Lu Yinan. "I don't know why her fever spiked so suddenly."
"Jiaojiao." Lu Yinan came to the bed and sat down on the edge. He carried Jiaojiao and placed her on his lap.
The girl was burning hot and it broke Lu Yinan's heart.
"Mommy…" Jiaojiao clung to Lu Yinan's arm, and she sobbed.
Her voice was husky and she sounded weak. Hot and fat tears rolled down her face that she looked so pitiful.
