Burst into tears, the nervous mood seemed to have been vented quite a bit.
Qiao An tightly hugged Mu Jingxi, looked up, wanting to speak but hesitating, with many words to say.
In front of everyone, yet too shy to speak.
Mu Jingxi lowered his voice, his eyes doting, "What do you want to say?"
"I'm not nervous anymore."
Qiao An's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, her cheeks slightly flushed.
This dumb and silly look successfully pleased Mu Jingxi, unable to help himself, he dropped a cherished kiss on her forehead.
So obedient.
The surgery time was approaching, the nurse pushed Qiao An and Sheng Lingyun into the operating room together, Mu Jingxi stood guard outside the door, only retracting his gaze when the door closed.
Little Nuomi stuffed her tiny hand into his warm big palm, Mu Jingxi was a bit stunned, and then looked down at the little figure by his feet.
"Dad..." Little Nuomi lifted her head, her eyes rimmed in red.
