Qin Mu didn't say anything more, just walked to the sofa and sat down, also bowing his head and mindlessly flipping through a magazine next to him.
Actually, his heart couldn't calm down at all.
He walked over and sat by the bed, and as he saw the kid looking at him with big eyes, he couldn't help but mutter, "Occupying your old man's spot, you must be pretty pleased, huh?"
Qin Mu reflexively looked up at him, his eyes slightly more alert.
Mu Yichen felt Qin Mu's gaze and reluctantly raised his eyebrows, "But you just keep it for now, it's better than letting someone else take it, make sure to keep your mom happy for me."
He reached out to grab his son's little hand, wanting to use the child's hand to pat his own face, but it seemed like the little one's hand was too short, not able to reach.
And Qin Mu quickly noticed, putting down the magazine and asking unhappily, "Mu Yichen, what are you doing?"
"What else can I be doing?"
