At home, Yu Zhenghong and Zhang Yi were about to have lunch. When they saw Yu Xiao'ai returning, looking sickly, they anxiously asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Han Meiya said, "Auntie, Xiao'ai has a fever caused by throat inflammation. Don't worry, I took her to get an injection this morning. She'll be fine after two more days of treatment."
"Thank you, Meiya," Zhang Yi said gratefully, holding her hand.
"Auntie, I'll leave now. Tell Xiao'ai to drink more hot water."
Yu Xiao'ai lay in bed, glancing weakly at Yu Zhenghong. She squeezed out some words from her throat, "Dad, I'm fine. You don't have to stay here with me. I'm going to sleep for a while."
Yu Zhenghong lovingly stroked his daughter's hair. "You got sick after moving out—did you encounter something upsetting? Is it work trouble, or did you have a fight with Xiao Guo? If there's anything bothering you, don't keep it bottled up. Your mom might be rigid, but you can talk to me; I understand."