"Father, you're awake!"
Xu Mo hurried to the bedside, his face full of barely concealed worry.
Earlier, his father had collapsed at the spirit hall, spouting nonsense and fainting straight away, scaring him half to death!
Now, seeing him finally regain consciousness, his hanging heart could finally settle slightly.
Chen Sheng opened his eyes and calmly surveyed Xu Mo, nodding slightly to indicate his awareness.
Xu Mo felt relieved in his heart, quickly turned sideways, and pulled his timid young son standing behind him to the front.
That was the youngest grandson of the Xu Family, named Xu Ren, still young, with delicate features and a well-behaved and understanding demeanor.
He had particularly brought the child here, hoping to use this familial warmth to somewhat soothe his father's shattered spirits, preventing him from getting lost in the pain of losing a loved one.
Thinking of this, Xu Mo discreetly gave his young son a meaningful look.
