Hearing her father's voice, Little Nuomi ran out of the ward with a pitter-patter.
She looked up, like a little examiner, scrutinizing him from head to toe.
Finally, she wrinkled her tiny nose, took two steps back, "Daddy, are you hurt?"
That little voice, clearly carrying a tone of concern, but her body still retreated.
Mu Jingxi couldn't help but laugh, "It's not daddy's blood, daddy isn't hurt."
Oh, I see...
Little Nuomi's big, black, clear eyes darted around, and she rushed up, hugging his leg, "Daddy doesn't lie."
"Daddy promised you he'd come back soon, and he's not late, right?"
"Not late, not late."
The little one shook her head like a rattle drum, full of pride.
After a pause, she asked again, "Where's Little Nuomi's grandpa?"
Mu Jingxi fell silent.
Little Nuomi stomped her feet anxiously, "What happened to grandpa, daddy?"
The family of three arrived outside the operating room, and Xia Shushu had already received the news and was waiting anxiously at the door.
