Chương 798: It's Hard Not to Feel Anything For Your Own Son

Hiss ~

Hiss Hiss ~

Almost everyone sucked in a breath at the same time.

Mo Boyuan ripped off the miniature headset and threw it at the staff members as he wrapped his son in a blanket.

The manager came forward out of the crowd of onlookers.

"Brother Mo, the car is ready."

The manager was so anxious that sweat poured from him like a waterfall. He had even lost one of his shoes as he dashed over to Mo Boyuan's side.

Mo Boyuan responded with an "Mm" and tried to pick up his son. However, the little boy was not being cooperative at all. He struggled in his father's arms, waving his hands around in desperation. He refused to part with his mother.

"Mom, Mom, sob, Mom," he repeated mournfully.

Having just been resuscitated, Ningning was extremely weak. His close brush with death left him shivering in fear.