Mu Shaoqian's voice rang out loudly once again.
In the next moment, Mu Jingheng saw Mu Shaoqian's figure pass by the small glass section of the hospital room door.
He was slightly startled and quickly pulled Yan Xinxin's hand to move to the side.
"Papa, papa, what's going on?"
Yan Xinxin blinked curiously and asked.
"Dad, what's the matter? Why is there a woman next to you calling you dad? I feel like I've heard that voice somewhere before."
Mu Shaoqian's confused voice came from the phone, and Mu Jingheng noticed that his steps seemed to halt outside.
"A girl was just looking for her dad, she wasn't calling me."
Mu Jingheng made up an excuse to brush it off while signaling Yan Xinxin to remain quiet.
Yan Xinxin blinked again. At this moment, with her mind stuck in Mu Qianyuan's six-year-old state, she saw the gesture and thought Mu Jingheng wanted to play a game with her. She immediately nodded and mimicked the motion, placing her finger against her lips.
