The next day, Che Huan woke up and immediately helped the little guy take his temperature which read 36.8 degrees, back to normal. However, the little guy was still somewhat weak, and his face was a bit pale.
He sat up, "Huanhuan, am I all better now? My head doesn't hurt that much either."
Che Huan nodded and touched the little guy's forehead, "Much better, I'll go out and see if I can get Mdm. Rong to prepare breakfast for you."
The little guy felt a bit shy, embarrassed to put his pants on in front of Che Huan. Once he saw her leave, he quickly wriggled out from under the covers and deftly put on his pants.
By the time Che Huan returned, the little guy was already neatly dressed and on the phone.
Upon seeing Che Huan, he quickly ended the call.
Che Huan went to the washroom to freshen up, and the little guy glanced over. Once the door of the washroom was closed, he picked up the phone again and dialed swiftly, "Uncle, why did you say I can't get married?"
