Madam Zhou hurried to Zhou Xiuer's room, and by then, she was burning up with fever, her little face flush and scorching hot.
"How did it suddenly get this bad?" Madam Zhou exclaimed, quickly having someone fetch water, and she wrung out a handkerchief to place on her forehead.
"Auntie, Xiuxiu doesn't want to leave; auntie, please don't send us away," Zhou Xiuer pleaded with a raspy voice, grabbing Madam Zhou's hand. "Auntie, Xiuxiu will be obedient and take good care of you."
A warmth flooded Madam Zhou's eyes, and she said, "Silly child, don't talk like that. You're sick now; just focus on resting."
"Xiuxiu wants auntie to promise me," Zhou Xiuer whined.
Although Madam Zhou's heart softened, she dared not make any promises.
Wufu had already spoken, and if she made a promise to Xiuxiu without his consent, it's likely that Wufu would be upset.
Noticing Madam Zhou's hesitation, Zhou Xiuer felt secretly infuriated, her head spinning even more.
