"I'm willing." Trenton Smith said righteously.
Norris Moore rolled his eyes at him and took Xiang Xiang back into his arms, "I'm not chatting with you anymore, hurry and eat, it's all getting cold."
While Trenton was eating, Norris went out to hand Xiang Xiang to the housekeeper waiting in the car, instructing them to take the child back.
After all, it was a hospital. The child was delicate, and there was a fear of catching some bacteria or virus; even a common flu could be troublesome.
Norris sat back down, hesitated for a while, "Sophia hasn't left the operating room yet?"
Trenton nodded slightly, then said softly, "The outlook is grim."
Norris felt a slight heaviness in his heart, and his face became somewhat solemn.
