Yousheng said, "Still sleeping in, I bet."
"No, that's not right. Tongtong isn't one to sleep in. I'll go check."
Ming Mei put down her chopsticks and went upstairs.
She pushed open Tongtong's bedroom door and saw the little girl still lying there, sound asleep.
Ming Mei was about to leave, but on second thought, Tongtong is still young, and kids shouldn't skip breakfast, so she approached her gently, "Tongtong, it's time to get up for breakfast."
Tongtong didn't respond, and Ming Mei noticed her face was flushed, and her breathing was a bit heavy.
This... could it be that she's sick?
Ming Mei hurriedly reached out to touch Tongtong's forehead. The moment she did, she cried out because it was scorching hot.
Tongtong had a fever; her little face was burning hot, her lips were dry and peeling.
Ming Mei was terrified, quickly lifted the covers to carry Tongtong down, but Tongtong was no longer a three or four-year-old child; she couldn't lift her.
