C111 The Treatment of a Cold

Fong Ziming returned from his morning exercise and saw Jin Keke lying straight on the sofa like a salted fish. He couldn't help but frown.

Last night, Jin Keke did not sleep well. When he slept on the sofa, he could hear her tossing and turning.

"Her face is so red. Is she having a fever?" Fong Ziming looked down at Jin Keke.

The illness was like a landslide