"Wah! Wah!..."
The piercing cries continued to echo within the Temple. Even when held in his father's arms, little "Shaokang" showed no sign of compromise. His tiny face was scrunched, his mouth wide open, and his limbs flailed energetically, each cry ringing clear and loud.
"Wah! Wah!..."
Xiulote watched his crying son with interest, a strange feeling rising within him, different from the first time he became a father. In his gaze, there was a hint of joy at the continuation of his bloodline, a trace of affection at seeing the infant, a touch of pride in becoming a father... and some inexplicable scrutiny and consideration. After all, this was a son who might inherit the family business and receive an estate!
"Haha! This little guy is truly sturdy, with big arms and legs, such a large one!... Huh? The sides of his head are somewhat elongated, almost like... almost like a Mayan?!"
