Du Xiaomeng, who had a cold and fever for three days, did not get out of bed. Gu Zhitao and Sun Qi could not understand that Du Xiaomeng's body was always strong just like cattle. He seldom took medicine for a common cold or something. In a few days, he would be all right. This time, it was like a mountain falling down. The whole person was haggard. If you don't talk about it, the whole thin face will disappear.

Gu Zhitao is peeling apples with a military thorn in his hand. Du Xiaomeng is powerless at the moment, otherwise he will have to tease him a few words... If...