Si Mingjing smiled, a glint in her eyes. "Right, he will always be your nephew, always the young master of the Hua Family. Even if we acknowledge him, this fact will not change."
In the hospital room, Ye Jingzhe drank two bowls of chicken soup. Feeling full, he wiped his mouth with restraint and then urged Old Madam Hua to go back first.
The little guy was afraid he hadn't fully recovered, worried that he might still have a virus that could infect Old Madam Hua. He was incredibly filial.
Mo Yinhe personally escorted Old Madam Hua out of the hospital room, his face full of sincerity. "Once the child has recovered, I will send him back to the Hua Family so he can spend more time with the Old Madam."
Old Madam Hua was reassured and chided him fondly, "That's a must. The Hua Family will always be Jingzhe's home, and I will always be Jingzhe's grandmother. Tomorrow, I will still make soup for the child and bring it myself."
