Li Yeqi pressed his thin lips tightly together, unable to refute a single word of Yanling's accusations. Aunt Tong watched as father and son grew more and more deadlocked, unsure of what to do, anxiously looking at the hospital bed.
She prayed internally, "Madam, please wake up soon, otherwise these two will turn against each other."
Perhaps Yan Luoxi could no longer peacefully lie there due to the argument between father and son, or maybe she heard Aunt Tong's prayers; her fingers moved slightly, and Aunt Tong was overjoyed, "Sir, Madam's fingers moved."
Li Yeqi didn't have time to confront Yanling, he quickly walked to the bedside, watching Yan Luoxi's fingers on the quilt move slightly, followed by movement under her eyelids.
He held his breath, staring at her without blinking, "Xixi, are you awake? Xixi?"
Yanling rushed over and lay on the bed, "Mommy, Mommy, open your eyes and look at me."
