In the bedroom.
Lian Xinying quickly dialed Yan Ye's number.
Yan Ye had planned to get up and go to the company, but his head hurt a little, so he lay down again.
He didn't know if he had been infected by Lian Xinying or his son.
His strong body actually fell ill due to infection from the mother and child duo; they were indeed extraordinary.
"The son caught a cold? Is it serious? He said he had an injection," Xiaocheng had told her not to mention it to Yan Ye. Yet, her first words betrayed the little guy.
Yan Ye frowned, his voice nasal as he responded with a grunt.
"Hasn't he gotten better after taking medicine?" Lian Xinying said, her heart clenching into a knot.
It's best for a child not to receive IV fluids unless the illness is very severe.
"The fever was quite high," Yan Ye replied, and then the butler brought up the ginger soup to drive away the chill, intending for him to drink it.
