Mu Yuchen took a glimpse at Qi Feng, and he withdrew his eyes the next moment. He then took two steps forward and stopped next to Mu Zirui.
"Daddy…" Mu Zirui looked up from Xi Xiaye's embrace and glanced at Mu Yuchen.
Mu Yuchen lowered his gaze and looked at Mu Zirui's arm. The doctor had already laid the sutures and had started the bandaging. With a frown, Mu Yuchen raised his arm to knock Mu Zirui's head gently and said in his deep voice, "Son, you can cry if it hurts."
"I won't cry." Mu Zirui lifted his arm and wiped his chubby cheeks while his young voice was filled with stubbornness.
"Then, explain to us what happened. I'm listening." Mu Yuchen did not comfort him. Instead, he lowered his sight and stared at Mu Zirui fixedly.
