After drinking a glass of water, Chu Weixu reached out, placing his palm on Ai Zhiyi's forehead to feel his body temperature. Even though he was still mad with Ai Zhiyi, he kept seriously worried about his condition. It was like an instinct that made his hand move without any command.
Chu Weixu raised an eyebrow, glanced at Ai Zhiyi while asking expressionlessly, "Have you taken your medicine yet?"
Ai Zhiyi nodded slowly. "I have."
Ai Zhiyi still had a fever, but he still cooked for the child, intrinsically making Chu Weixu couldn't help but rebuke him, "Then now go get some rest. You still have a fever. Don't push yourself."
Paused, Chu Weixu glanced at Chu Baiyu behind them. He flashed a cold smirk, and his eyes looked cynical. He said to Ai Zhiyi, "Let me take him back to the orphanage."
