His son, the son of Yanyan and him, was more than one year old already. This was the first time he saw his son. He looked like, really like himself, even much more like him than he was in that picture.
"Yuanyuan..." Mo Yixuan called again. A trace of smile of joy could not help flowing out of the corner of his mouth.
Yuanyuan looked at the uncle in front of him. Instead of responding to him, he reached out his hand and scratched his head.
Qin Xiaoyu became a little impatient already.
She said coldly, "Well, Mr. Mo, you'll have enough time to call his name and see him. Now please do not stand in the way and waste our time."
Saying that, she circled past Mo Yixuan directly and went ahead.
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In the ward, He Xiyan had not woken up yet. She was still on a drip in one of her hands. Although there were no tears around her eyes, the touch of heartbreak and haggard was indeed visible.
