"Yingying!" Yan Ye's voice almost reflexively burst out from his chest.
Yan Ye quickly stepped forward and nudged his son away from the bedside.
He grasped Lian Xinying's finger that just moved slightly and continued to call out passionately, "Yingying? Did you wake up?"
Xiaocheng pouted, glaring at his rough father.
"Dad, you bumped me! I want to tell mom when she wakes up!" Xiaocheng loved to act spoiled with Lian Xinying; it was almost second nature.
Father Yan also leaned in, watching his son and grandson press close to the bedside, as if Lian Xinying had really woken up.
"Yan Ye, did Yingying really wake up?" The three of them surrounded Lian Xinying.
Yan Ye's expression was very serious.
He was sure that his eyes weren't playing tricks on him just now.
Lian Xinying's fingers had indeed moved just now.
This hadn't happened before the surgery.
"She moved." After saying this, Yan Ye took out his phone and called Wade.
Soon, Wade arrived.
