Zhu Yuhan was leaning on the sofa in the hospital director's office and threw the man's information in his hand vigorously. It flew to the ground with a crash. The girl looked at it coldly, rubbing her sleepy and anxious eyebrows, and the hope in her eyes was extinguished little by little.
The dean on the side looked unbearable and just wanted to comfort her, "Yu'er..."
Zhu Yuhan interrupted her: "Aunt, I will not come back to practice medicine. I will raise Lu Ming into an adult in my own way. As for that man, I have been looking for him for so many years, so I think he is dead!"
At this time, Pei Xihao, who was so tired that he was huffing and puffing at his desk as he was reviewing documents, sneezed two or three times in succession, looking confused. He didn't know that he already had a fragrant and soft little daughter who was just one month old.
Lu Ming twisted the man's clothes and didn't let go. He looked up at his mother, his eyes seemed to be filled with stars, and his expression was full of begging. Zhu Yuhan forced her with his eyes: Damn girl, come here! Don't look at a handsome guy and think he's your dad!
Pei Xihao picked up the little goblin who was holding the corner of his clothes, and yelled at her while running: "The child is mine, I will take him away first, sooner or later... You are mine too!"
Zhu Yuhan was furious, "You bastard! Put down my daughter!"
Zhu Luming lay on Pei Xihao's shoulder, smelling his unique fresh and reassuring scent, and turned around to make a face at his mother.