"How's Xiao Yan? Has her fever gone down? How much of the food I sent did she eat?" Zhang Hualian was sitting in the living room making dumplings. When she saw Lian Qingyang return, she fired off a series of questions.
"Mom, I haven't even sat down yet."
Lian Qingyang raised the few insulated lunch boxes in his hand, placed them aside, walked into the house, and immediately felt warm all over.
"Xiao Yang, don't interrupt."
Zhang Hualian stopped making dumplings, looked at Lian Qingyang, and pressed, "How's Xiao Yan? Tell me!"
"It's nothing, just a cold and a fever, the fever might have been a bit high, that's why she fainted." Lian Qingyang quickly ran to wash his hands and sat down to make dumplings, saying, "That Jin Yan sure is careless, her fever went up to forty degrees, and she still went to the studio. Grown-up like her, doesn't know how to take care of herself at all."
Lian Qingyang spoke while making dumplings.
"What?"
