***
He changed into a suit and went downstairs, carefully instructing Auntie Zhang to take good care of Mai Xiaomai before returning to the company.
Mai Xiaomai got out of bed.
Although she was still experiencing the after-effects of a fever, it was nothing serious; there was just a slight headache and a feeling of weakness.
After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she went downstairs to have breakfast.
Auntie Zhang had prepared a light porridge for her.
She didn't have much of an appetite and had only eaten a small bowl before she was about to go back upstairs when Feng Qinglang arrived.
Seeing her pale complexion, dry lips slightly cracked, and a listless look in her eyes, Feng Qinglang stepped closer, carefully examined her face, and reached out to touch her forehead, "Mai Zi, are you sick?"
"I caught a cold last night and had a fever, but the fever has already subsided now," she replied, brushing his hand away lightly.
