Xuxu raised her head and looked at him, visibly startled. "You are here so early."
Jiang Zhuoheng walked towards her and answered, "Yes, but I need to return to the office shortly."
He walked up to her and handed over the food. "Your breakfast. Eat up, quick."
"You shouldn't have rushed over since you're so busy. Aren't you tired of getting caught in the morning hour traffic jam?" Xuxu chided him out of concern. She then stretched out her hands to receive the bag.
She opened the bag and peered inside. It was steamed dumplings and pig liver wild vegetable porridge.
"Did Huanhuan run a fever yesterday night?" Jiang Zhuoheng shifted his gaze to the bed and observed Huanhuan who was still sound asleep.
Xuxu replied, "No, she didn't. But whenever her temperature would start to spike up, I dabbed her forehead with a damp cloth. Her temperature didn't rise after that. The doctor also said that if her fever is kept at bay, she can be discharged."
