He tilted his head downward. "No need to call anyone. I can manage." Uttering these words colored his cheeks. His eyelashes trembled from embarrassment after having spoken like this to his mother.
"As you deem fit." Song Huan walked out of the room, equally embarrassed. Seemed like the hope for Qiao Xi was very slim.
After Song Huan left, Mu Yunsheng quickly closed the door, leaning against it with his eyes closed. After it seemed like ten or so seconds had passed, realization caught up, casting off all his shame. His wife was suffering from a high fever. Sponge bath with cool water would help to break the fever.
He swallowed.
