If it were any other time, Bai Zhi would never want to ride in his car.
But right now the child was running a fever; she couldn't use the child's health to fight this battle. So she only froze for a moment, then picked up the child and got into the car.
Little Bai's forehead was covered in sweat. Even though he felt awful, lying in his mother's arms, the little guy stubbornly didn't make a sound.
"Thank you."
Duan Xingzhi didn't say anything, he just instructed the driver in front, "To the hospital."
He didn't look at Bai Zhi; instead his gaze fell on the child. Although the child's eyes were closed, it was obvious he was a pretty kid.
She didn't know if the air in the car was too stifling, or if the heat from the child's fever had passed on to her; Bai Zhi also felt unbearably hot.
The child was already four years old. Holding him was starting to be a bit of a strain; her arms ached badly. Sitting here was a little better, but she still tried to adjust her posture.
