Lu Youheng's little face, already flushed from fever, reddened even more.
He didn't even greet his grandfather who had come in after him, instead going off to one side to listen to a voice message.
Ye Xi said, "So you have to eat well too, so that you can get better quickly, okay?"
Lu Youheng, listening, had a face full of happiness.
Dai Ning heard the sound and came over to ask, "Youyou, who are you talking to?"
The excitement faded from Lu Youheng's face as he feigned composure and didn't answer.
After checking on the grandson, Lu Zhenyu and his son Lu Lingxiao went to the study to discuss work matters.
Dai Ning then took Youyou to his room and had the nanny make some pear soup for him.
Youyou's spirits drooped again, and even the fever-reducing patch on his forehead was hot.
Dai Ning, heart aching for her little grandson, stayed by the little guy's side to chat with him.
Lu Youheng lay on his little bed, with both of his chubby little arms under his head.
