Early the next morning, Yu Jingchen had an inspection to attend, so he went to the military camp early.
An Ning was still asleep.
Yu Ziqian tiptoed into the room and stood by the bedside, watching his mother.
The more he looked, the more obvious the smile on his face became.
Mischievously, he picked up the long hair from his mom's cheek and used the tip to tickle her nose.
"Mmm..." An Ning opened her eyes unhappily and murmured, "What's going on?"
"Haha... Mom, you can talk now," Yu Ziqian happily exclaimed.
An Ning sat up, stared at Qianqian dazedly, and only when her breathing steadied did she say, "Qianqian... Qianqian, let Mommy give you a hug."
"Mom!" Yu Ziqian obediently jumped onto the big bed and knelt beside his mom, excitedly saying, "Mom, you can talk now."
"Yes." An Ning patted her chest, exhaled deeply, "Thankfully, Mommy isn't mute, right?"
"Mmm-hmm." Yu Ziqian nodded earnestly, "By the way, shouldn't we call my dad?"
Before An Ning could respond.
