"Dad, you have so many questions, I don't even know which one to answer first. I'm fine now, you should go see your grandson first. If the baby knew his grandfather was neglecting him, he would be heartbroken," Qin Youxuan said with a weak smile, her heart warming as she couldn't resist making a playful remark.
This was the feeling of having a family.
No matter when or where, or what happened, her father always put her first.
This warmth was so precious in her over twenty years of life.
"Right, grandson," Ye Zhanxing smacked his forehead hard as if he had only just remembered he was a grandfather, and quickly turned his head to look at the nurse.
"Where is my grandson? Since he's premature, does he need to be in an incubator...?"
Ye Zhanxing hadn't finished speaking when his gaze shifted to the incubator at the side of the room, his body trembling.
"Mr. Ye, the young master is right here. He just fell asleep, and he's very well-behaved."
"..."