After Yan Xinxin was anaesthetized, the nurse soon pushed her out.
Waiting at the door of the operating room, Ning Zitong hurriedly walked over.
"Yuan."
Ning Zitong called out, looking at the quietly sleeping Yan Xinxin.
"Miss Nurse, when will my daughter wake up?"
"Please don't worry, Mrs. Mu. We only gave Miss Qianyuan a small dose of anesthesia, she'll wake up in about an hour."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. We're going to take Miss Qianyuan to the ward now. You can just watch over her there."
"Okay."
Ning Zitong felt relieved and reached out to hold Yan Xinxin's hand.
"Yuan, please don't blame your father and me, and also your Chuxi. The decision he made shows his deep love and loyalty to you, so please don't hold it against him."
She sighed softly, raising her hand to gently caress Yan Xinxin's soft cheek.
This brought back memories of a young Mu Qianyuan.
Ning Zitong's heart ached.
