Thinking of Tian Zhaocong's words, he wasn't wrong.
Song Binbin had already crawled under his bed to hide.
Yao Zibao was dumbfounded, thinking about how he hid under her table before to avoid his mom, and now it's her turn.
When Jun Ye and Zhao Wensheng came in together, they happened to see Yao Zibao sitting up from the bed, looking stunned like a dumb goose.
"Baobao?" Zhao Wensheng patted the younger brother's shoulder, "Didn't your brother give you medicine?"
"I took it." Yao Zibao said nervously without realizing it.
The two older brothers were both suspicious.
"Has the fever gone down?" Zhao Wensheng reached out to feel his forehead, sensing the temperature, he turned to Jun Ye and said, "Seems like it's gone down a bit."
"When you have a cold and fever, you need to drink more water and rest." Jun Ye's tone was unusually gentle.
Yao Zibao, who was hiding a "criminal" under the bed, suddenly felt a strong sense of guilt.
