"I'll be fine after taking some medicine later." Yan Ye saw the worry on Lian Xinying's face and immediately sat up.
"You lie down first, I'll get a thermometer to take your temperature. If it's serious, we'll give you an IV." Lian Xinying quickly ran to find a thermometer.
Miaomiao and Xixi stood to the side, looking shocked.
Especially Miaomiao, her eyes were fixed on Yan Ye, as if she was about to cry.
Seeing his daughter like this, Yan Ye felt warm and sweet: "Daddy's okay. Don't be afraid."
"Is Daddy sick?" As Miaomiao said this, tears began to pour down.
"Daddy just has a little illness, it'll be fine soon. If you keep crying, Daddy will feel bad and won't get better." In order to stop her from crying, Yan Ye had to trick her.
Being tricked like this, Miaomiao immediately stopped crying.
She even stuck out her little tongue to lick the tears at the corner of her mouth.
The tears were salty, Miaomiao quite liked the taste.
