Feng Xiaochen did not answer. He just kept crying and asking her not to leave. The small hand that was hugging her thigh was so tight that it was red. It was small, but it was quite strong.
Hearing his Little Young Master crying so hard, Butler Zhao ran over in panic. "What's wrong with Little Young Master?"
It was obvious that Feng Xiaochen's behavior had frightened Butler Zhao.
Yu Fei was at a loss. She had no idea what had happened.
Feng Xiaochen did not say a word with certainty. He had not recovered from his cold, and his body was too weak. He cried and made a scene. As he cried, his voice became softer and softer, and he fell into Yu Fei's arms.
"Xiaochen!" Yu Fei's face turned pale. She picked Feng Xiaochen up and tears rolled down her cheeks. "Butler Zhao, call the doctor quickly!"
