"Daddy, Daddy—" Ding Yuejia, who received counsel by the psychiatrist, recovered better than expected. After his body recovered, he was still as naughty as ever.
The little fellow rushed into the ward and climbed onto Ding Junqi's bed. Le Tian reluctantly came in from outside.
Ever since the Ding family found out that she was Ding Yuejia's mother, they would call her over for dinner every few days. Ding Yuejia always provided the best persuasion, and she found herself unable to reject him.
However, the main point was that whenever Ding Junqi came to the hospital, the way he looked at her made her want to gouge his eyes out. Yet, every time she saw Ding Yuejia's little face, she had to force herself to smile because she made Ding Yuejia a promise.
Ding Junqi placed the script on the table, reached out to hug his son's small body, and kissed his little face.
Le Tian threw the document Ding Junqi brought onto the table. "What is the meaning of this?"
