At this moment, Tong Mo hurriedly ran over.
"Chenchen, how is your daddy?"
Chenchen instinctively hid the document behind him, "He urgently needs a blood transfusion."
"Is there enough blood?"
"There wasn't enough earlier, but now it's been dispatched from another hospital."
"That's good!"
Tong Mo breathed a sigh of relief, waiting outside the operating room.
"Mom."
Chenchen stepped forward, moved his lips, seeming like he wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.
"Why are you hesitating, just say whatever you want." Tong Mo smiled with some helplessness at him.
It's only been five years since leaving home, and this brat has become so reserved.
Chenchen hesitated for a moment, but eventually couldn't help but ask, "Am I your son?"
Upon hearing this, Tong Mo's expression changed.
As a special forces soldier, her senses are the most acute, so even though Tong Mo said nothing, Chenchen understood.
He really wasn't their biological child.
