Tabby Teller shook his head: "I feel a lot better."
"That's good." Jayden Maguire sat by the bedside, reading aloud emails from the cabinet reporting on the day's work.
Tabby Teller's face was pale, and suddenly his body shook, his brows knitted tightly together; he was getting cold again.
Africa's climate was indeed unbearable for him; shortly after arriving, he felt all sorts of discomforts.
He thought he hid it well, but unexpectedly, even across the TV, Mama Lu noticed.
That silly woman truly loves him from the bottom of her heart; even the slightest change in him couldn't escape her notice.
These past few years, Mama Lu mainly watched the news to see Tabby Teller. Young girls fancied young pop stars, but she adored the president; she was Tabby Teller's little fan girl.
Even if Tabby Teller farted, she would say it smelled sweet; how could she not notice his changes?
Tabby Teller picked up his phone to text Mama Lu.
