Mu Jingnan was satisfied.
It was worth doting on him after all.
His small hands could barely hold a bowl of porridge steadily, so Mu Jingnan reached out to support the bottom of the bowl.
Mu Yanli pressed his lips together and picked up a spoon, feeding him spoon by spoon.
Although his movements were not practiced, and his hands trembled slightly, grains of rice spilled out onto his body.
Mu Jingnan didn't mind at all, looking at him with a smile, "Yanli, don't just feed me porridge, let Dad have some vegetables too."
"Oh, okay."
Mu Yanli's small face flushed slightly.
He started to feed him vegetables.
The servant watched this scene, feeling both heartache and relief, and slowly exited the bedroom.
She closed the door and turned to leave, only to see Situ Yunshu standing nearby.
The servant was startled, "Miss Situ, why are you standing here?"
Situ Yunshu pursed her lips, her face hesitant, with visible inner conflict, "How... is he?"
