After stammering for a long time, Zhao Hao finally said, "Little Ye, I, I want to ask you something…"
"Yes, I'm listening. Brother Zhao, go ahead. There's no need to be so polite to me. As long as it's something I can help with, I'll try my best."
Ye Xingchen was also very curious. What could make Zhao Hao so embarrassed? It shouldn't be supplies. He had quite a lot of supplies on hand now.
Zhao Hao scratched his head with his phone and turned to look at Li Anran, who was coaxing her child. He said embarrassedly, "It's like this. Li Anran's daughter has a fever. I don't have any medicine at home."
"Her whole body is burning up now. She can't even drink milk and keeps spitting out milk. Her mother and I are almost dying of anxiety. We asked many people and they said that there's no medicine at home. I really had no choice but to ask if you still have medicine."