Watching the light above the delivery room turn on, Ye Wuge felt as if he was completely in a daze.
His heart was raised high, unsure of where it had drifted.
In a trance, a fist swung over, directly hitting his face.
Ye Wuge turned his head, somewhat bewildered, and saw Jialan glaring at him with her beautiful eyes.
Before he could react, another punch landed.
"How dare you let my daughter suffer like this, see if I don't beat you to death today."
Jialan, as the first Chinese Oscar-winning actor, was adored by people of all ages.
Even though he hadn't appeared for years, he was as legendary as Nuoyan.
The passing doctors and nurses recognized him at a glance, their eyes glowing with excitement and enthusiasm.
If it weren't for the wrong timing, they would have rushed up for photos and autographs, forgetting to intervene.
Besides, Director Ye wasn't resisting, so there was no need for them to step in.
