Chapter 732

Ferguson Group's building.

Blake hung up the phone and went to the door of the lounge. The door was open, and a little boy was lying on the wide bed with a school bag on the side.

The little guy had just come out of school and was lying there weak and weary.

Blake put the phone back in his pocket, walked in, and stood by the bed. He looked down at the little fellow, who moved and fluttered his long eyelashes.

The man bent slightly and put his hand on his son's forehead, which was a little hot.

He frowned and withdrew his hand, saying, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Winson nodded silently and curled up pitifully.

Blake exhaled and covered him with the quilt beside his legs. "Sleep for a while."

He ordered Janice to go to the pharmacy to buy children's antipyretics, and he had not come back yet.

Blake picked up the bag, put it on the cabinet, and walked out.

Outside the lounge, Blake sat on a big leather chair and continued to deal with official business, glancing at the time on the