"Please get some rest, Madam Fang. Let me handle this." Ah Yu was embarrassed when she saw Fang Liu cleaning and wiping Mo Yu's face.
More than a year had passed, and Fang Liu continued to care for Mo Yu. Ah Yu could only watch on the sidelines. "It's all right. I need to go to the Mo Corporation later. I want to spend some time with Mo Yu. Please bring An An out to play."
When Fang Liu finished speaking, a chubby little bundle of joy staggered in from the outside. An An was not even two years old, but his physical and intellectual development was faster than an ordinary child. He wasn't affected by his premature birth.
"Mom, hug."
Fang Liu picked her son up and felt that he had become heavier. The child grew day by day. Fang Liu felt happy yet regretful.
Mo Yu didn't get to see An An grow. He hadn't witnessed his son standing up, walking, or even speaking for the first time.