It’s not very cool; instead, there’s a slight fever, though not as hot as Qin Mu, but it’s definitely a fever.
"Sister Li? Sister Li? Please help find a thermoter!"
Feng Fanghua sat back down and imdiately called the maid from inside.
"Hey! Right away!"
The maid imdiately put down what she was doing to find the thermoter.
Mu Yichen was forced to hold the thermoter in his mouth, looking at Mrs. Feng with a sense of disillusionnt.
"Mom, I’m so grown up now, and you’re still treating like a child?"
Mu Yichen asked her helplessly.
"No matter how old you are, you’re still my son. Don’t talk!"
Feng Fanghua said fiercely to him.
Thirty-eight degrees, it is indeed a fever.
As Feng Fanghua sighed, he himself frowned at this little injury.
If it hadn’t rained yesterday, he might not have gotten a fever.
"It must have been that girl who infected you. I should have separated you two and put you in isolation."
Feng Fanghua started whining again.
Mu Yichen chuckled: "I got a bit wet in the rain yesterday, it has nothing to do with Mumu."
"Hmph! You always make excuses for her, I’m not listening."
Feng Fanghua turned away, not looking at him.
Mu Yichen just smiled, thinking, in our family, this old child, really hard to deal with.
"What kept you yesterday that made her wait in the rain for you?"
Feng Fanghua wondered later, and asked him again.
Mu Yichen was holding a cup of fever-reducing drink, and upon hearing that, he lifted his eyes slightly, then slowly drank the sowhat hot beverage.
"Was it because of a woman?"
Feng Fanghua asked in confusion, really unable to think of anything else that would make Qin Mu rush into the rain.
"It’s not what you think, sothing else."
Mu Yichen said lightly, without eting Feng Fanghua’s eyes.
He genuinely wanted to hide the incident, not wanting his parents or the old man to worry about the injury.
"What is this other matter? Why don’t you tell ? You two don’t seem to have fought, did you make up last night?"
Feng Fanghua couldn’t understand, full of doubt.
"Please don’t ask, it’s all over now!"
Mu Yichen said softly, looking at Feng Fanghua with pleading eyes.
Feng Fanghua still wanted to ask, but she really couldn’t resist her son’s pleading, so she shut her mouth.
Qin Mu slept until past eleven, hearing bursts of phone ringtones. At first, she thought she was dreaming, but as it beca increasingly real, she went to answer the phone.
"Hello?"
Her voice, hoarse with sickness, made the other side pause for a mont.
"Madam!"
That sowhat rigid "Madam" gradually opened Qin Mu’s eyes, bringing her to quick clarity.
"Yang Qin?"
Qin Mu mumbled, not a question, just a confirmation.
"Yes! I just called to ask about the boss’s injury."
Yang Qin hadn’t expected Qin Mu to answer the call, but now that it was answered and she had already spoken, she could only continue the conversation.
Yang Qin rembered that Mu Yichen had said he wouldn’t hide it from Qin Mu, so she was ready for any reproach or scolding from Qin Mu.
"Your boss’s injury? How about getting twelve stitches, does that count?"
Qin Mu thought for a mont, although still lying on the bed, she was completely awake and very sharp at this mont.
"Twelve stitches?"
"With such a big wound, did you think just a simple bandage would be OK?"
Yang Qin asked in surprise, with Qin Mu sowhat irritably asking her back.
"No! Of course, I didn’t an that, I just thought..."
"Secretary Yang, I don’t think you need to call again to check on your boss’s injury. He only saved a woman who was bullied, not a woman nad Yang Qin. You can be grateful, but there’s no need for excessive gratitude. Besides, just do your own job. Any other questions?"
Qin Mu sat up, running her hand through her hair. She thought about how she should talk to Yang Qin, but later she felt it was necessary to responsibly tell Yang Qin these things.
Of course, she was being responsible to herself.
Yang Qin was silent for a few seconds, then said yes.
Qin Mu hung up the phone and placed it to the side.
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