Nuoyan rubbed his forehead with a headache as he looked at his son's retreating back, until he went upstairs and completely disappeared from sight, then turned his head to Xiao Chen, "Has his injury caused amnesia and made him lose his intelligence too?"
Xiao Chen stroked his chin, "Based on the current situation, it seems like his brain has sustained some injuries, but we don't know the specifics yet."
Then he turned to look at Xiao Yining, "Eyeballing it, he looks about the same as Ningning."
Xiao Yining spoke discontentedly, "I refuse to be compared with daddy to him. Right now, at most, he's like a little sister."
"Hahaha."
Xiao Chen laughed so hard he clutched his stomach, Xiao Moli in his own son's eyes actually came to be on the same level as his daughter, he wondered if he'd want to hit a wall once he's better.
Nuoyan stroked his forehead, opened his mouth, and finally, after a long time, dryly said, "Well, as long as he's alright."
