The next morning
Xiaoxiao and Yang Ming had just gotten up and finished breakfast when the Yang Family arrived.
As soon as Yang's father entered the room, he hurriedly asked, "Third son, third son, how are you?"
Everyone else followed him inside, surrounding Yang Ming right away. Seeing him leaning there, Yang's father choked up and said, "Third son, you've really suffered."
"Dad, I'm fine." Yang Ming replied, knowing this would happen.
Although Xiaoxiao had told Yang Ming that this couldn't be kept a secret, she said it in anger; she still understood whether it should be hidden. Yang Xia had just given birth and couldn't afford to worry about this, because if she gets too stressed, she might lose her milk, and the baby would suffer along. So, at least they had to keep it from the two of them.
