The Qiao couple followed behind him, walked for a few minutes, and finally entered an empty hospital room.
Mu Zhuoshen suddenly turned around, looked at the elderly couple, and naturally focused on Mr. Qiao, who was bending over with a hand on his abdomen. "Uncle Qiao, stop pretending. I know you're not sick."
Mr. Qiao turned dark and immediately straightened up. "Since you've seen through it, there's no need to beat around the bush. Have you seen my grandson?"
Mu Zhuoshen nodded.
Before Mr. Qiao could speak, Mrs. Qiao rushed to ask, "How is he? Is my grandson healthy?"
Mu Zhuoshen smiled and said, "The young master is underweight because he was born prematurely, but that's not a big issue. He'll make it up in time."
The elderly couple was startled. Does this mean the child is healthy?
No, they can't jump to conclusions just yet.
"What about his intelligence?"
"Yes, yes, is my grandson's intelligence normal?"
