Xiaoxiao slowly opened her eyes and saw Yang Ming's anxious expression. She almost couldn't believe she could still see Yang Ming's face. Excitedly, she asked, "Honey, am I not dead?"
"..." Such words left Yang Ming speechless, but managed to amuse him. He said dotingly, "Yes, you're not dead."
"That's great, I'm not dead." Xiaoxiao got up and hugged Yang Ming, shouting excitedly that she wasn't dead.
Yang Ming hugged his wife back, saying to himself, "Yes, it's great, you're not dead."
They only hugged for a moment before Xiaoxiao quickly left Yang Ming's embrace and began to ask, "How's the son? Did he drink milk? Did he poop? Did he pee? Did he cry?"
"I've been taking care of him. Are you still not at ease?"
Xiaoxiao glanced at Yang Ming and continued, "Hand him over to me quickly so I can hold him."
