Qin Mo didn't care about what other people thought of him at all. He turned to the side, took off the black glove on his right hand, and put his palm on Fu Jiu's forehead.
Fu Jiu couldn't help but retreat a little at the cold sensation on her forehead. But she didn't wake up from that; she only snuggled her handsome face further inside, while her silver hair was still sticking out of the covers. Being sick didn't make her any less regal.
Qin Mo lowered his eyes, and he tucked her under the covers more.
Secretary Liang was watching on the side with a complicated mood. Since when did their CEO become this considerate or learn how to take care of people?
His temperature was fine, and his exterior body looked fine, so it wasn't a cold or a fever. Perhaps it was because he was too pressured by studying recently that the young man's physical condition couldn't take it anymore.
He was still growing, so there was no need to be perfect in everything.
