In the latter half of the night, Zhuo Junyue didn't close his eyes, constantly washing a cold towel and placing it on her forehead to help reduce her fever.
Perhaps the medicine she drank took effect, plus Zhuo Junyue's meticulous care, by the second day, Ningyan's fever finally subsided.
Zhuo Junyue took a thermometer to measure her temperature, and only when her temperature finally returned to normal did he let out a sigh of relief.
Seeing that she was still not awake, he took his phone to the balcony and made a call, "What's the situation?"
The two black men who were drugged last night were locked in a cage, and their situation was extremely miserable.
"Young master, I estimate their thing is all but ruined, they're better off dead."
The dark guards reported truthfully, the drug was very potent, watching them struggle was simply satisfying.
These two dared to drug the young master and young madam, it was clearly a death wish.
