The first thing the little guy saw was Mo Yinhe, sitting by the bed, not moving an inch.
Mo Yinhe was in the middle of a video conference. Although he had asked his mother to handle it, he was still organizing a meeting with the high officials of Atlantis to discuss epidemic prevention and control.
When working, Mo Yinhe's tone was steady and slow, his profile arrogant yet serious—a demeanor the little boy admired immensely.
"Uncle... Uncle..."
Ye Jingzhe waited until Mo Yinhe had finished the video conference before his sore throat managed to produce a strained sound.
It was then that Mo Yinhe realized the child had actually woken up.
The stern man felt a lump in his throat and hurriedly said, "I'm here. Daddy's here."
Ye Jingzhe lifted his confused eyes, his faint voice filled with puzzlement, "Daddy?"
Mo Yinhe emphasized, "That's right, Jingzhe, I'm your daddy!"
