Feeling both distressed and worried, "Yunchi, how are you feeling?"
Jingxing seemed to sense something; today, he was unusually quiet.
With his dark eyes wide open, he looked at him. Song Yunchi looked at his son, and Jingxing looked back at him.
After a long while, he sighed softly, "I'm fine."
How could it be fine? Mrs. Song received a call from Song Yiheng, hearing that he'd passed out from a car accident, almost scared her into a heart attack.
The daughter-in-law hasn't returned yet, the grandson is crying day in and day out, and she hoped nothing else would happen to her son.
If something really happened to Song Yunchi, Mrs. Song wouldn't be able to take it.
"How did such a good driver get into a car accident?"
"I was a little distracted." Song Yunchi did not intend to explain much, reaching out his hand to his dazed son, "Jingxing, let Daddy hold you."
Mrs. Song wanted to say a few more words but seeing his reluctance to talk, she stopped, and handed Jingxing to him.
