Inside the hospital.
Nan Jiayan stood by the bedside, his face cold, not even glancing at the weak Father Nan lying on the hospital bed. His gaze was sharp, directed at the warm sunlight outside, leaving people guessing his emotions at the moment.
"Ah Yan, this is the situation at home now. I know you hate me, but Little Yu'er is innocent. Since Wu Qianxin has sent Little Yu'er to you, please take care of her for some days. Once I feel better, I'll take her back, alright?" Father's eyes remained fixed on Nan Jiayan's back, hardly moving away, and every word he spoke sounded weak, as if pleading.
