Han Wenwen seemed to have passed out. Lin Zhengran took the keys, went downstairs to buy dinner, and came back.
From the looks of it, Han's fever probably wasn't going to break tonight.
So, while he was out, he called his parents to tell them he wouldn't be coming home.
Lin Xiaoli and Lin Yingjun had always thought their son was bolder than other boys his age, constantly doing things his peers wouldn't dare. "Ranran, what are you up to that you aren't coming home tonight?"
"I'm staying at a classmate's house. She doesn't live far from us, so don't worry."
Lin Xiaoli lowered her voice and asked curiously over the phone, "It's not Jiang Xueli's house, is it? We can't approve of that, Ranran."
Lin Zhengran replied, not exactly lying, "No. Mom, what are you thinking? I'm at another classmate's. A little fox is sick, so I'm taking care of it."
His dad, Lin Yingjun, went "Oh," and subconsciously assumed the classmate was a boy.
