"What are two grown men dilly-dallying for? You kept me from coming up for so long."
Rui Hui walked up with the child in her arms, her puzzled gaze fixed on the two men with strange expressions.
"Give me the child."
Dan Hanjie stepped forward and took his deeply sleeping son from her hands.
"Tingye's cornea is damaged, and he needs extra care in the coming time. Make sure not to let his eyes be exposed to strong light. I have already prescribed the medicine. Clean his eyes on schedule every day and apply the medication. I'll come by regularly to check on him."
Diwu Zexuan glanced at the little one snuggling in Dan Hanjie's arms and casually reminded them.
Like father, like son—even in his sleep, the little guy could tell this was his closest kin.
Dan Hanjie looked at the little one burrowing into his embrace, his expression involuntarily softening.
Cradling his little buttocks with both hands, he leaned down and kissed his son's small face, "Daddy's taking you home."
