Shi Ying pinched McDull's small face.
The feel was so good, he couldn't let go, becoming addicted to it after just one pinch.
Song Jun swatted his hand away with concern, "Stop it, the child is too young and extremely tired. He definitely won't wake up."
Qin Feng, who had also become a father not long ago, felt distressed, "Let them sleep. Bring them over tomorrow when they wake up."
However, McDull opened his eyes groggily after being pinched.
Looking at the scene in front of him, he asked, "Did my daddy come out yet?"
Shi Ying lifted him up to look through the glass at the quietly lying Song Zhen.
Although Song Zhen's lungs were still injured, and he was wearing a professional mask, McDull still recognized him, "Daddy!"
He couldn't help wanting to cry, his chubby little hands pressed against the window, looking inside, "Can I go in? Is it painful for him? I want to give him my breath."
