Zhang Yuanheng, seeing that Cheng Zhiwei was slow to take the medicine, thought she was blaming him for not informing her in advance and explained, "Young President Zhou said you like to sing, and your throat must be treated with great care, so it took some time to prepare the medicine. Please don't be angry."
Cheng Zhiwei took the medicine bottle in a daze, her mind a chaos.
She had no idea when Zhang Yuanheng had left.
It wasn't until Lin Yu called her, "I heard from Yuanheng that Ah Lin has a fever of 39 degrees. This unlucky child, Zhiwei, Ah Lin has never liked taking medicine since he was little, and I'm not home. I'm troubling you with this."
It was only then that Cheng Zhiwei came to her senses and realized what she had agreed to do.
Looking down at the medicine bottle in her hand, the smell of traditional Chinese medicine was strong, clearly pills that Zhang Yuanheng had made himself. He said these were specifically instructed by Zhou Lin?
