"Your heart aches for Xiaoman, and I'm quite pleased, but she is also my daughter." The Ye Family smiled briefly, "The room is thick with the smell of blood; clean it up, and you will see it. For now, go look at your son." Saying this, she put the already tended to child directly into his arms and then turned around to shut the door.
Shangguan Fei stiffly held the child, not daring to move.
The little one who had been whimpering suddenly stopped crying.
"The child is delicate; you can't hold him like this." Dong Wenxiu stepped forward to take the child and demonstrated, "Holding a child requires you to support the head properly, so it's not easy for them to get hurt."
Shangguan Fei learned very seriously, then took the child over, looking at the little wrinkled one, his eyes suddenly reddened, "Aunt Wenxiu, I have a son now." He then looked at Yang Ruxin, "Madam, I have a son."
