Yu Xiaotian, who was standing by, nodded in agreement.
Han Yichen, usually very active, was unusually quiet today. The reason for this was that he planned to focus more on Hua Qingcheng in the coming days. As for Feng Lingyan, he was solely responsible for treating her leg, leaving the trivial matters of feeding, drinking, and defecating to Si Huli and the others. This division of labor was perfect.
Seeing his wives being so attentive to the man who looked so much like his daughter, Ye Maochun, the father of the flower, was filled with doubts, and he felt more and more that his previous suspicions were correct. It seemed that this man was most likely his daughter's brother...
Hua Qingcheng from Zuo'an was not seen in the dining hall. After having breakfast with her two fathers and several husbands, she came to Zuo'an's laboratory.
"No one?"
"It's really rare!"
Hua Qingcheng then turned into the small courtyard belonging to the left bank.
"Uncle Zuo, why are you so strange today? You didn't even come out to eat, but just stayed in your room sleeping?"
Hua Qingcheng pushed open Zuo'an's door and saw him lying on the bed with a listless look.
This man, usually very alert to the slightest movement, hadn't said a word even after she had been in his yard for quite some time? Puzzled, Hua Qingcheng went to the bedside, only to see Zuo An's eyes blurry and his cheeks slightly flushed.
"Are you...sick?"
Hua Qingcheng put her hand on Zuo'an's forehead and found that it was severely burning.
"Fever?"
Seeing the person on the bed was delirious with fever, Hua Qingcheng was about to give him some antipyretic medicine, but he grabbed her hand.
"Dad~"
"Dad?" Hua Qingcheng's lips twitched slightly when she heard this. Was she really that old? And suddenly she was given such a big son? It seemed that this guy was really confused!
Considering that the other party had a mutually beneficial partnership with her, Hua Qingcheng took out a forehead thermometer from the space and took his temperature.
My goodness, it’s already 40 degrees!
Putting away the forehead thermometer, Hua Qingcheng took out two more fever-reducing pills, put them in the cup and added water to dissolve them.
"Zuo'an, take your medicine!"
However, when Hua Qingcheng helped Zuo An up and was about to pour the potion in the cup into him, his neck was suddenly clamped by a strong hand...
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