After that, Chu Baiyu sat on a chair at the dining table near Ai Zhiyi. Looking at Ai Zhiyi with a worried look, he asked, "Papa, are you really sick?"
Hearing the question, Ai Zhiyi couldn't help but smile. "Do you think I'm joking?" He then took Chu Baiyu's Little hand, then placed it on his face, letting the child feel his temperature, then asked, "What do you think? Does this feel like a joke?"
Chu Baiyu was instantly stunned, pursed his lips. His eyes filled with tears as if he regretted doubting his father. Then, he hugged Ai Zhiyi all of a sudden. "Papa, don't die! Don't leave me alone! I won't forgive you if you leave me!" Chu Baiyu screamed as if his heart was screaming too.
Ai Zhiyi stroked Chu Baiyu's head affectionately. "I just have the flu. You shouldn't get too close to me either or you'll catch it."
