Li Hanzhou glanced sideways at the overly attentive Pei Ya and chuckled ambiguously, "I think he's got a fever."
Pei Ya: "..."
I have reason to suspect you're insulting me.
Qiao Yun completely agreed—if Pei Ya wasn't feverish, then why was he acting so strangely today?
With that thought, she asked with concern, "Let a doctor check you out later."
"..." Pei Ya looked utterly speechless. "Boss, I'm not sick."
Qiao Yun's suspicious stare practically screamed, "You're just being stubborn," as she advised, "Ignoring illness and avoiding doctors isn't good, you know."
Pei Ya: He panicked—how on earth could he get Professor Qiao to believe he wasn't ill and was merely trying to thaw Han Wang's icy demeanor?
Seeing Pei Ya remain silent, Qiao Yun instructed Han Wang, "Take him to the doctor. Don't let him run off."
Hearing Professor Qiao assign him this task, Han Wang finally set down his spoon, lifted his head, and shot Pei Ya a gaze that was impossible to decipher.
