Su Nian didn't rush back to the ward; instead, she had something to eat outside the hospital. Yixin was right. Since having a bit of airplane food on the flight, she hadn't eaten anything. Although she was very hungry now, she still found it difficult to eat anything.
Over an hour later, when she returned to the ward, Su Nian had already composed herself. She pushed open the door to the ward with a smile. The father and sons were having a blast playing on the carpet. Seeing the messy carpet, Su Nian felt a bit powerless, but her heart was filled with happiness.
"Haoyu," Su Nian sat down next to Zheng Haoyu.
Zheng Haoyu looked up, holding a puzzle piece the size of Yixin's little palm, "What's wrong? Are you still very tired?"
"Not really." Su Nian rested her head on his shoulder, "I was thinking, should we tell your parents about your surgery?"
