"Go and bring the Young Master." Ye Muyu instructed.
Su Mei quickly went to call Chun Xing over. Nuanbao was almost two years old and could make simple sounds.
Seeing Chu Heng, he opened his mouth and called, "Dad, Dad..."
Chu Heng held him in his large hands, kissed him on the cheek, and said, "You little rascal, you still recognize Dad, huh?"
Ye Muyu, standing beside them, poured a cup of sour plum soup for each of the father and son, and upon hearing Chu Heng's words, she softly said, "You've been in a coma for more than three months, and Nuanbao has often kept you company and talked to you. You're not someone who's just stepped out the door. Of course, he recognizes you."
"Ahem." Chu Heng coughed awkwardly twice and said, "Ah Yu, thank you for your hard work."
"It's fine, just serve me when I recover." Ye Muyu sipped her warm milk tea comfortably and spoke leisurely.
"Alright." Chu Heng laughed heartily and agreed readily.
