Su Hongxing quickly approached him, handing over the child to Ding Ye with pride, "This is my son, good-looking, right? Do you want to hold him?"
Ding Ye stared blankly at the pink and tender baby, seemingly at a loss.
Su Hongxing smiled knowingly and handed the child over to him, "Have a hold and see, he's very well-behaved."
"No way!" Ding Ye withdrew his hands as if electrocuted, his expression somewhat comical.
Seeing this, Su Hongxing couldn't help but laugh: "What's the matter? He's so little; what, could he eat you up?" She then pushed the child into Ding Ye's arms again.
Ding Ye clumsily caught him. The child, just over two months old, was a soft bundle, and he didn't know how to position his arms and legs, his movements very stiff.
Su Hongxing patiently instructed him from the side, "Don't be nervous, he won't fall. Your posture is wrong; you need to hold him horizontally, yes, just like that..."
