Mo Yancheng chased after him, but he could not find him.
"Dad, dad." Mo Yanchen kept struggling, and Shen chengjing was frightened. She reached out and held his big hand tightly.
Mo Yanchen was so strong that she felt like her bones were about to break!
"Dad," he said. Mo Yanchen sat up straight and hugged Shen chengjing tightly as he cried out.
In fact, he had not called mo Cheng "father" for more than 20 years. The most intimate way of calling him was when Shen chengjing asked him to call him "father."
"It's fine now! It's just a dream, right?" Shen chengjing said softly.
Hearing her voice, he kept shaking his head.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Shen Chen's pure and innocent face in front of him. He looked around the bedroom and pinched his forehead."So it was a dream."
Shen chengjing brought the water over and gave him a sip.
Mo Yancheng did not drink it. Instead, he glanced outside.
"The surgery isn't over yet." Shen chengjing said.
