Lin Jingsheng was stunned, "A fever?"
He stood there in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking, had Chu Lin gotten a fever?
"You don't know?" Mu Liang said, "I thought he would have told you first."
"I didn't know." Lin Jingsheng's voice sounded hoarse and dry, extremely uncomfortable. Chu Lin's health was exceptionally good, hardly ever suffering from a fever or cold. In his memory, it had only happened once or twice during bouts of rampant influenza. Chu Lin was very healthy and physically fit, leaving Lin Jingsheng at a loss and feeling bewildered.
He knew perfectly well why there was a fever.
He had gotten drunk, caring only about his own pleasure and didn't help clean him up. Is that why Chu Lin had gotten a fever?
Naturally, if you don't clean up well, a fever would ensue. Lin Jingsheng was absent-minded and wasn't in the mood to play with Harry.
Harry asked, "Little Daddy, are you worried about Daddy?"
"I'm not worried."
