a booming voice said.
Zhaoyan's head snapped toward it, and he saw his father—the Emperor in his other life, now a businessman in this one.
Zhaoyan didn't know what this emotion was, but he felt something strange rise in his chest at seeing his father alive in this world. In the other world, he was already gone. He nodded softly.
"I am awake, Dad."
His father came forward and gently patted his shoulder, while the woman who had entered with him did not say much. She only took one look at the boy and said in a superficial tone, "We're glad you're back, Jing Rong. You made us all worried."
Fu Jing Rong did not turn to her, and just like before, the woman didn't expect much. She had long been treated like this by him, so it didn't matter anymore.
Fu Ling, who was in the room as well, coughed. "Dad, Mom, now that Brother is awake, let us throw a huge party for him when he gets out of the hospital!"
