Such confusion was rarely seen on Madam Zhang's face.
She hadn't heard anything even though she was sleeping on the first floor near the door.
Moreover, she had been worrying about her young master the entire night.
How exactly did Young Master Jiu end up on Young Master's bed?
Bo Jiu could tell her thoughts from her expression, but she wouldn't admit her skills in wall-climbing.
Smiling, she got up carefully, calmly receiving the bowl of porridge. "Smells good, I'll get him to eat it when he wakes up."
Madam Zhang was well aware that her young master wasn't a morning person.
Thus, it would definitely be better with Young Master Jiu around.
However, Madam Zhang was still worried. "Young Master Jiu, could you help me take his temperature later? He might still be running a fever, but Young Master won't let us take care of him…"
