Guoguo refused, barely showing a smile, "I just need to rest at home."
When she spoke, she was always looking at her father, Lu Mingxun.
Her unfamiliar father.
"If you're uncomfortable, just call someone, don't try to tough it out yourself."
Guoguo nodded obediently, without responding to Lu Mingxun's words. Who could she call if she felt unwell, who would care about her?
Xu Qingli, still worried, added, "Tonight, while you're in your room, I'll have someone bring your meals to you. Remember to wear a mask if you come out."
Guoguo missed her mother terribly. If she were still alive, she would surely have stayed by her side throughout her illness.
"I'll go get some water first, my mouth is very dry."
Xu Qingli said, "You should drink more water when you're sick."
Guoguo left, having said scarcely two words to Lu Mingxun the whole time; communication with her father had always been limited.
