An Yiqing wanted to get angry at Su Yixing again, but before he could, Xiao Changyi's face darkened, "Give me the baby."
An Yiqing felt very wronged, not wanting to give his precious little sister to their dad at all.
An Jing saw this and tried to smooth things over, "What's the big deal, Qinger? You can hold your sister and show her to me, there's no need to give her to your father."
"Oh yeah!" An Yiqing immediately cheered up, carrying An Baobei over to the bed, bending down, and carefully letting An Jing, who was lying in bed, take a look.
Having finally had a daughter, An Jing genuinely felt as if her life couldn't be more complete.
First, An Jing looked at her tiny daughter's face, then glanced at her seven sons one by one, and finally at her husband sitting by the bedside, who had been by her side all along. Her smile grew more and more.
Xiao Changyi said nothing, just held her hand tightly. As always, making it clear that her hand was something he would never let go of.
