"Baby Mu called me dad," Mu Xingye replied hoarsely.
A hint of a smile crossed Xia Pengpeng's eyes, "He still called 'dad' first, which shows how important you are to him. I regret it so much now, allowing Baby Mu to live with you, making you his most important person."
Mu Xingye did not speak, sitting beside and watching Baby Mu.
"I hope you can stay with Baby Mu these few days. Once he recovers, I will take him away from here. We will not disturb you again."
Mu Xingye still did not make a sound.
Silence, like a knife, was scraping Xia Pengpeng's heart.
So be it, let everything end this way.
Wen Yanqing gave Baby Mu an IV drip and then left the room. The atmosphere in the entire ward was so oppressive that it was suffocating!
She thought it was a fate given by the heavens, but the outcome turned out to be so cruel!
Baby Mu was still trembling, his little face devoid of any color.
Xia Pengpeng tenderly touched Baby Mu's small face, every minute and every second was torment.
