After breakfast, Ah Long had already parked the car at the door.
Zhuo Junyue got into the car holding An An, with Ningyan following behind.
Along the way, An An looked at the anxious expressions of her parents and felt a bit guilty.
"Dad, Mom, I'm fine, don't worry about me. It's probably just because I caught a chill last night. It's actually quite normal to get a cold and have a fever occasionally. If you don't believe me, you can ask Uncle."
How could Zhuo Junyue not be worried?
He would never forget the moment he knew the little one was born overseas, their daughter when he saw her for the first time. She was so weak, lying on the hospital bed, barely alive.
So as a father, he feels deeply guilty for not providing the best care when his daughter is sick.
"An An, be good, just go to the hospital for a checkup. With mom and dad here, you'll be fine."
Once they got to the hospital, Zhuo Junyue carried An An all the way.
