Su Nian said with a bit of regret, "I was hoping she'd look more like Haoyu, but all the kids look like me."
"It's good that they look like you." Zheng Haoyu looked on, worried his wife was too tired, while also wanting to hold his daughter but afraid of making her cry.
"Go on, Haoyu, hold the baby, let me teach you." Luo Qing, noticing her son's awkwardness, took the baby from Su Nian and taught Zheng Haoyu how to hold his daughter, while the three little ones watched with wide eyes.
Right arm bent, supporting the baby's head, left hand supporting her tiny bottom. Zheng Haoyu felt completely stiff. The soft baby in his arms had a few crystal droplets at the corner of her lips and was looking at him unblinkingly. Stiffly, he greeted his daughter, "Hi, little princess, I'm Daddy. I'll protect you in the future."
