The next day, Li Zhenting was in his office handling documents.
Suddenly,
The phone rang.
He picked it up.
"Master, the kindergarten teacher called. She said Young Master Ding Ding's headache has recurred, and he hasn't had breakfast yet. I've already brought him home." Butler Luo's face was filled with concern as he spoke.
Li Zhenting put down his pen and swiftly walked out.
Li Manor.
Ding Ding sat on the sofa, flipping through a comic book, his small fingers turning the pages one by one with intense focus.
"Ding Ding, what's wrong? Do you have a headache?" Li Zhenting hurried in with concern.
Ding Ding didn't lift his head, didn't even spare him a glance, and continued flipping through the comic book.
Li Zhenting placed his hand on Ding Ding's forehead. Thankfully, it was cool, indicating no fever.
