When Fu Nancheng returned to the ward, Qiao Mo was talking to Chenchen.
Chenchen's eyes lit up when he saw Fu Nancheng, staring at him without blinking, with a touch of expectation and a hint of unease.
Qiao Mo immediately stood up as well, looking at him and saying, "Are you... feeling okay?"
His gaze softened a bit, "No."
"Uh... what?"
"I need care." He spoke calmly, with neither haste nor delay.
Qiao Mo froze in place, not expecting him to say that, not knowing how to respond for a moment.
But Fu Nancheng didn't seem to be expecting an answer from her either. He went straight to Chenchen on the bed and pinched his little face.
"Did you feel unwell today?"
"No!"
"Did you cry?"
"Chenchen doesn't cry, Chenchen is a man!"
