The car slowly cruised along the road.
Yan Xinxin was still lost in her recent conversation with Mu Jingheng.
She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that Mu Jingheng looked at her a bit differently than before.
"What? Not satisfied with just a few words just now? Should I turn the car around so you two can sit down and chat?"
"Sure, sure... or maybe not!"
Yan Xinxin happily agreed for a moment, but then ended up dejectedly dismissing it.
Mo Chuxi glanced sideways at her, smiling slightly.
Yan Xinxin lowered her head in despondency.
"Is heart disease really difficult to cure? Does one need a heart transplant to get better? Why is it that Xixi is fine now?"
Hearing her worried questions, Mo Chuxi felt his heart tighten as well.
"Newborns have a certain chance of recovering as they grow."
As he spoke, he freed a hand to hold hers.
"Don't worry too much, your mom's condition has been stable for many years."
