"Miss Nan, Miss Qianqian has a fever and no matter how we call her, she won't wake up."
Nan Jiaojiao's eyelids twitched. Without any hesitation, she put down the meal box and went straight upstairs.
As she stepped on the stairs, she happened to hear Bo Yanching pulling out a chair.
The dining room was in chaos.
Qianqian was still asleep, her pillow wet with sweat. Her feet were sticking out from under the blanket, likely uncovered by Aunt Chen before she went downstairs.
Nan Jiaojiao slipped her hand under the blanket, feeling a hot knot, which shocked her so much her fingertips trembled.
"Bring a set of clothes."
Aunt Chen was crying anxiously, but she still had her wits about her. Following Nan Jiaojiao's instructions, she quickly brought over a set of clothes.
Nan Jiaojiao fiddled with it, "How do I put this on?"
"Let me do it."
