Ye Anran sat in the car and sneezed several times in a row, rubbing her nose.
Bo Jinyu quickly rolled up the car window, turned around, and asked in a tender voice, "What's wrong? Do you have a cold?"
As he spoke, his warm hand gently cupped her little face, carefully looking it over before gently touching her forehead.
She had lost so much weight recently, and he was truly worried about her health.
Ye Anran shook her head, "I don't have a cold."
After a moment's thought, she added, "I guess someone must be cursing me!"
No sooner had she spoken than they both thought of the same thing.
Ye Anran took his hand, "When we get back, don't get angry with dad anymore. He didn't do it on purpose, he really just lost his temper for a moment. And, my burn has pretty much healed."
"Anran, you really make me feel both guilty and heartbroken," Bo Jinyu said with a deep sigh upon hearing her words.
