"How come you're having a headache again?" Someone put away the joking expression on their face, carefully touching her forehead. "You don't feel hot! Did you catch a cold? I would have kept you at home had I known."
Seeing his worried face, Nan Fei felt a sweet warmth in her heart, even though she was about to be aggravated to death by him, she willingly bore it.
Huo Beijiang suspected that his wife was fooling him, but thinking about her soft, delicate expression when she complained of a headache, he chose to wholeheartedly believe her, even if he knew it could be a pretense.
"Never mind, you don't have to visit your father-in-law. I'll just drive you home!"
"No need!"
"We can also go to the hospital, and please avoid the wind and stop rushing to school. Take care of your health first. Even if you do not get into university, I will always be there to support you."
He wore an expression of worry for his beloved.
