Hao Ren looked at himself and finally breathed a sigh of relief from his parents. Then he went to Zhang Ting’s side and took a look. He was lying in bed and shouting, "Can our son come back from the small court?"
"Yes, it’s just a little slow. Don’t worry, I won’t let our son have something to do with me here, and I just touched our son’s forehead. His body is burning and he is slowly retreating." Zhang Ting held a jumping hand and looked at the little guy with a distressed face. If she had…