Leng Youchen sat up, reached out his hand to cover her forehead, and the burning temperature made his palm tremble. Besides the frighteningly high temperature, her forehead was wet, so he quickly turned on the light.
Under the bright light, Wei Anning's forehead was covered in dense sweat like a waterfall, her little face was burning red, her cracked lips slightly open, softly crying out something. He leaned down and pressed his ear to her lips.
"Pain... Mom... it hurts... Brother Gu..."
Leng Youchen clenched his brows; hearing another man's name from her lips irked him, and his displeasure showed on his handsome face. He stood up with a dark face, thinking of kicking her out of bed, but seeing her feverishly red little face, he couldn't bear to do it.
After a long while, he got up reluctantly and called the family doctor over with the communicator.
