When the doorbell rang, Xiaoqi jumped up happily, about to run over and open the door.
Huo Ci grabbed the back of the little fella's collar and pointed in the direction of the sofa. He bluffed the child, "Lie down properly. If you're 'sick', you should look sick. If you don't act well, your grandma will know that you're pretending to be sick and lying to her. See if she doesn't spank your bottom. She'll ignore you in the future."
The delight in Xiaoqi's eyes dimmed. He turned around obediently and ran to the sofa to lie down. He even covered himself with the small blanket Grandpa had prepared for him. However, inwardly, he was looking forward to Grandma's arrival. When he thought of how he should look when he was sick, he closed his eyes.
"How is he? Has he gone to the hospital? What did the doctor say? What's he sick with?" Worried, Nangong Lengyu shot off a lot of questions like a cannonball in one breath.
