Huo Yao, who was typing his reply, looked up and saw a scene that made him feel suffocated.
"Ye... sang... Sang!"He enunciated each word and took a deep breath. "What are you doing?"
Murder?
The man stepped forward and snatched the towel from her hand. After the ice water ran away, it was unusually cold. Huo Yao reached out and quickly threw the towel back into the basin, then, he glared at Ye sang unceremoniously. "Little Brat, are you trying to murder me?"
Who had ever put a cold towel on someone's head so early in the morning?
The little girl shook her little body, her eyes wide with confusion. Her childish voice was low as she said, "But it's always like this on TV..."
Huo Yao reached out his hand and poked her little head. He could not understand what was going on in this child's mind. He said, "It's a fever on TV."
Huo Yao gritted his teeth. "Your father doesn't have a fever. Do you understand?"