"If you don't come down for dinner soon, Grandpa might have to come up here to check on you himself."
Jian Luo raised his hand and rubbed his brow, looking a little pale, "I don't want to eat dinner."
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Jian Qing noticed something was off about him, so she stepped forward, her smile fading.
"I have a cold," Jian Luo weakly admitted, a flicker of embarrassment flashing through his eyes.
Jian Qing frowned and put her hand to his forehead. He felt slightly feverish.
"Why didn't you tell us you had a fever?"
"It's just a low-grade fever, it doesn't matter," Jian Luo nonchalantly reassured her.
Jian Qing shot him a dad look, "How do you not understand your own body? If you don't take medicine for a low-grade fever soon, you'll develop a high fever and have to go to the hospital."
He never learns, every time it's the same thing.
Jian Luo kept his head low, meekly accepting her scolding.
