Little Nuomi dashed outside: "Little Nuomi is going to find Mama."
In Sheng Lingyun's hospital room, the doctor was also present.
"Young Madam, you're here too."
The doctor nodded with a gentle smile.
"Doctor Fan, are you here to check on Dad?"
Qiao An sat down on the sofa, picked up a cushion, and looked at Sheng Lingyun.
"Young Madam, don't worry, Mr. Sheng is in good health. All his health indicators have reached the best standards. Now, it's your turn to work hard."
Sheng Lingyun teased her, "Looks like you haven't been drinking enough soup."
Qiao An puffed her cheeks, instantly gave in, and quickly begged for mercy, "Dad, please spare me! If I drink Aunt Xia's soup three times a day, I'll turn into a ball."
"It's good for girls to be a bit plump." Sheng Lingyun strongly disagreed with the distorted beauty standards that overly pursued thinness and neglected health.
Besides, his daughter looked good to him no matter what.
