In the sunny ward, he saw An wanted to occupy a corner of the hospital bed and fell into a deep sleep in just a few minutes.

He covered the wound and walked closer slowly, tilting his head and looking at An Xiang's face.

It can be seen that she is very tired, her face is paler than before, the dark circles under her eyes are thick, her lips are so dry that they are cracked, and she probably has not drank water all night.

An Zimo's mood was a bit complicated. He didn't think he was very good, nor did he think parents had to take care of their children. Even if An wanted to throw him away, he didn't care. After all, that was the result he deserved.

An Zimo bit his lower lip, slowly crawled to her side, thought for a moment, took the quilt and put it on An Xiang, and continued to pass the time with his tablet while leaning on the pillow.

There was some noise outside the ward, and the sudden sound of objects falling made An Xiang shudder. Seeing that she was about to wake up, An Zimo hurriedly reached out and patted An Xiang's back gently.

"Well……"

An Xiang turned over and buried his whole head in the quilt.

An Zimo was afraid that she would suffocate to death, so he put down the tablet and carefully pulled down the quilt. She was about to wake up again. An Zimo's heart tightened and he continued to pat her until she fell asleep, then slowly let out a breath.

——This mother is really dishonest when sleeping.

An Zimo concentrated on coaxing his old mother, and vaguely felt a few fiery gazes coming from the front.

He couldn't help but look over and met one, two or three pairs of complicated eyes.

An Zimo's breathing was stagnant, his face was red, and his toes were scratching the ground in embarrassment.

After a long time, An Zimo regained his composure and forcefully explained: "I just patted the dirt on the quilt, nothing else."

Pei Yizhou: "..."

Pei Jinglin: "..."

Sheng Shu: "..."
Chapter completed!