"Daddy, you really have a fever," Yiyi exclaimed in alarm, her soft little hand resting on his forehead, feeling the immense heat.
Third Young Master Jun took Yiyi's small hand, pulled her over with a heart full of pain, and hugged her into his arms.
"Yiyi, Daddy is sorry," he said.
Yiyi widened her eyes, "Daddy, what are you talking about? Mommy, it's bad. His fever really has fried his brain."
Ye Yuan rolled her eyes, wondering if they couldn't detect the hidden message in his words.
It was a miracle that he had let go of his pride and dignity to such an extent because of the fever.
"Can you forgive Daddy?" Third Young Master Jun looked at her with a broken heart, so vulnerable, seeking just a hint of affirmation from his daughter.
Yiyi nodded vigorously, "I forgive you, but you must change your clothes quickly, or you'll end up like a roasted pig."
