Chuzheng almost got beaten to death by Liu Hanshan and ran out, adjusting her clothes with mixed feelings.
What's wrong with her idea?
Seriously!
Chuzheng wearily returned to the apartment, where the auntie was tidying up the living room.
Since Jinn Xiu was discovered, Chuzheng had let the auntie return to work.
"Chuchu, you're back?"
"Yeah."
"Sir is also back. I saw him earlier, and he seemed unwell. He went upstairs." The auntie said to Chuzheng, "You might want to check on him."
Chuzheng: "..."
Chuzheng went upstairs to check on Jinn Xiu.
The man had buried himself under the covers, with his long legs sticking out.
"Jinn Xiu, are you sick?" Chuzheng nudged him.
The man replied vaguely, and Chuzheng sat down, reaching out to feel his forehead.
Jinn Xiu's forehead was sweaty, damp, and burning hot.
Jinn Xiu seemed to realize Chuzheng had returned and suddenly snuggled up to her, finding a comfortable position to lie down.
"Little one..."
