Lin Xingyun was petrified when she heard this, but she immediately realized that Jing Han was so young. He did not mean that, did he?
"What's wrong?"
"Daddy is sick. He has a fever."
Only then did Lin Xingyun react. No wonder she had not seen him the entire day. He was sick.
Jing Han looked at Lin Xingyun. "I'm worried about him."
Lin Xingyun consoled Jing Han, "Little Young Master, where's your daddy? There are many servants around to take care of him. He'll be fine. Don't worry."
Jing Han pouted and shook his head. "No, they're not good to my dad. I know. Everyone secretly calls my daddy an idiot. My dad got into a car accident and hurt his head. He only has the IQ of a five-year-old."
Lin Xingyun felt a sharp pain in her heart.
An adult who only had the intelligence of a five-year-old was no different from a fool to other adults.
