"Okay." Su Fei quickly nodded; at this moment, she would listen to whatever Si Ye said.
Chen Zhi walked to the door and, seeing Su Fei come out, couldn't help but comfort her: "Don't worry, the child will be fine."
Su Fei gave her a complex look, nodded, and said nothing.
Si Ye also looked at Chen Zhi with a complex expression.
Chen Zhi didn't want to explain anything. She didn't like Su Fei, but the child was innocent and pitiful, so she could put everything aside to see how the child was doing.
Zhuo Yi arrived quickly. Over the phone, Aunt Zhou had already told him that it was Su Fei's child who was ill with a fever.
He didn't know when Su Fei had returned; he was even very surprised that Su Fei already had a child.
Zhuo Yi applied a fever patch on Alan, gave him some medicine, and after a while, Alan's fever subsided, and he stopped crying.
The little guy was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep leaning against Su Fei.
"Zhuo Yi, thank you." Su Fei sincerely thanked him.
