Su Cha smiled. "It's indeed fate."
As soon as she finished speaking, she sniffed and yawned.
Seeing her like this, Zong Yanxiu asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Did you catch a cold?"
The old lady looked over in surprise. "The heater is on in the room. Why did you catch a cold?"
Su Cha shook her head. "I don't know. It's nothing serious. I'm going to have some ginger tea."
It was not a big deal for her to catch a cold. She would naturally recover.
She went to the kitchen to brew ginger tea. When she returned to the inner courtyard, Bo Muyi was also there. When he saw Su Cha, he walked over nervously and frowned deeply. "They said that you have a cold?"
Su Cha held the steaming cup in her hand and shook her head. "It's nothing. I just have a slight sniffle. There's nothing wrong with me in other aspects."
Bo Muyi was still worried. He suddenly lowered his head and whispered, "Was I… too much last night?"
"Cough."