Mo Yan wanted to tell her father with a smile that her little brother was okay, but tears uncontrollably streamed down her cheeks. Looking at her father, who was on the verge of despair and nearly collapsing, she rushed to say without wiping her eyes, "Dad, Dad, Zhenzhen is fine, he's okay now!"
From despair to hope, Mo Qingze couldn't react for a moment. His brain emitted a roaring sound, making it impossible for him to hear anything clearly. Just by looking at his daughter, who was both crying and laughing, he seemed to understand something. The smile on his face didn't have time to fully form before he suddenly blacked out and fell backward.
Mo Qingze was hurriedly steadied by the villagers behind him. Mo Yan was greatly alarmed, quickly stepped forward to check her father's pulse, and seeing that it was rapid but strong and steady, she understood that her father had fainted from being too excited and that there was no serious harm. A good night's sleep would do him well.
