Ji Moyan had a strange trust in Shangguan Wu; if Shangguan Wu said it was nothing, then it must be nothing.

However, since her eldest grandson had suffered such a serious injury, especially to his head, he definitely needed to be well nourished. Thinking of the black chicken soup she had brought, she quickly returned to the coffee table, opened the thermos, and poured out the stewed chicken soup.

Soon, the aroma of chicken soup filled the air.

Gu Xiaobao looked at Shangguan Wu pitifully: "Auntie, I'm hungry."

Shangguan Wu smiled gently: "Then shall I feed you?"

Gu Xiaobao grinned and said, "Okay!"

Shangguan Wu helped him sit up, then took the bowl from her mother-in-law and fed Xiaobao spoonful by spoonful.

Seeing that he had a good appetite, Ji Moyan gradually felt relieved.

Gu Qingyu watched silently. He noticed that his eldest grandson had a strong dependence on his youngest daughter-in-law. Considering his youngest son's hasty departure, he could understand, since they were all men. However, his youngest son was destined to be disappointed.

Five minutes later, the door to the ward was suddenly pushed open.

Gu Yilou hurried to the bedside and looked at his son drinking chicken soup sip by sip. He was moved to tears.

Gu Xiaobao blinked twice and shouted happily, "Daddy!"

Gu Yilou was stunned.

Others were also surprised.

Gu Xiaobao said again, "Daddy, I miss you so much!"

"I missed you too." Gu Yilou walked around to the other side of the hospital bed, cupped his small hand in her palm, and asked, "Does your head hurt?"

Gu Xiaobao smiled brightly: "It hurts a little bit, but it doesn't hurt anymore when I see Daddy!"

Ji Moyan looked at Shangguan Wu with a puzzled expression. She opened her mouth, wanting to ask why Xiaobao didn't remember them but remembered his father.