No matter how strong Tang Han is, she is still a woman who has just recently given birth, and Zuo Mufeng certainly wouldn't let her get out of bed so soon.
By this time, Tang Han had already forgotten the pain of contractions during childbirth, her mind was filled with thoughts of her son.
Standing in front of the warming room, gazing through the glass at that little one, whom she had given birth to through her own strenuous efforts.
The little guy was sleeping, still looking wrinkly.
"Honey, can we see our son tonight?"
Zuo Mufeng nodded, "Don't worry, you'll be able to hold our son soon. You should go back and rest for a while. You'll need the strength to take care of him."
Tang Han nodded, earlier her mother had prepared a lot of food to stimulate milk production.
She had always wanted to give her son the best, so she naturally hoped to breastfeed him.
Zhuo Junyue took them to see the child, then returned home, and after lunch went to the company.
