Abel exaggeratedly talked about Huangfu Jue's childhood, and the little guy listened intently, distracted, forgetting some of the pain.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Huangfu Jue cleaned his little foot, then took the blanket brought by Abel's subordinate and wrapped the little guy's body, bringing over the food found by the subordinates.
The little guy reached over with his bandaged hand to take it, and Huangfu Jue raised his hand to hold down his arm.
"Don't move your hand, Daddy will feed you!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand to bring a spoonful of cake to the boy's mouth.
The little guy opened his mouth to take it, eating sweetly, both because he was truly hungry and because it was rare for Huangfu Jue to feed him.
"Notify Gan, they're probably going crazy over there!"
Abel took out his phone, just about to dial Gan Yuan's number when the doctor hurriedly walked out from inside.
"Duke, Mr. Abel."
"What's wrong?"
