Kapitel 1712: 1712. The young master has returned.

So, she decisively shut up, sitting in the back seat without saying a word.

The little guy finally quieted down, and Gu Junhao quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

If he had such a chatterbox son, he thought he would go crazy.

Lu Residence.

"Xuxu, you're awake."

Lu Moqing sat by the bedside, having watched her for a long time, before she slowly regained consciousness.

Her gaze was devoid of any brightness, filled only with heartbreaking stillness.

Lu Moqing grew increasingly worried; he clenched Qiaoxu's hand, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, but he didn't know what else he could say.

No amount of comforting would suffice. All he could do was quietly stay by her side.

Just as he thought they could only continue in silence, Qiaoxu spoke up.

"When he was born, he was so tiny and soft, his breathing was very weak..."

Qiaoxu's voice was very hoarse, barely audible.