On the other end of the phone, Lan Jian thought that it was Wei Zhou. When he heard that it was Su Yan's voice, he hurriedly asked, "Oh, it's Su Yan. Why is it you calling? Where's Wei Zhou? Did he faint?"
Su Yan coldly said, "Young Master Lan, did you rush back from abroad to pick up Wei Zhou? I just took Wei Zhou's temperature. It's 39.9 degrees. If you still don't come pick him up, I'll call an ambulance."
Lan Jian hurriedly smiled and said, "isn't it just a fever? What was there to be afraid of? With Ah Zhou's physical fitness, there's no big problem. It's already so late, so he shouldn't go to the hospital. Let him drink more water and sleep over at your place. I guarantee that he'll be fine tomorrow morning."
Su Yan raised her eyebrows. "You mean, you're not coming to pick him up?"
