Ningwan spoke weakly, "Quick, get up and see your little daughter."
Zhan Hanjue stood up, looking at the small bundle in the nurse's arms, a bit overwhelmed.
Such a tiny baby, how should he hold her without hurting her?
"What a cute baby, let me hold her," Lin Yue exclaimed excitedly as she reached out.
Zhan Hanjue, speechless, immediately slapped her hand away: "Back off, as her father, I should hold her first."
Lying on the hospital bed, Ningwan found it both funny and exasperating. Watching Lin Yue's aggrieved expression, she immediately took out her phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to Wan Tianning.
Accompanied by a caption: Poor Lin Yue, trying to hold the baby but being turned down.
"You're not holding her yourself and won't let me hold her either?" Lin Yue grumbled.
Zhan Hanjue replied, "Who said I wouldn't hold her? I'll hold her right away."
With that, he carefully extended his hands to take the little one.
