"A fever. I put her on a drip." Bai Yan perched on the edge of the coffee table. "So, who's this? Weren't you rushing back for Mu Shuyu's birthday party? What are you doing here instead, bringing home..." Bringing home a woman. "If that's all, you can leave," Lu Qinghan said, lifting his coffee cup. "Seriously? That's cold. Use me and then toss me aside? I raced over here to patch up your... littl