Ruan Hongzhuang guessed it right; when she opened the door, Ruan Xiangqian and his wife were standing there.
Jiang Yingxue was holding the baby in her arms, while Ruan Xiangqian carried a heap of big and small bags.
"Dad, Mom~"
First, Ruan Hongzhuang called out, then immediately leaned in to look at the baby in Jiang Yingxue's arms.
At this moment, the little one no longer had the wrinkled appearance from before. Fully stretched out, his little face was plump, white, and tender, and his big, black eyes were bright and full of spirit.
Ruan Hongzhuang leaned her face closer and could clearly see her reflection in his eyes.
"Let me hold him," Ruan Hongzhuang said.
"No way, you're too careless. Be careful not to make him cry," Jiang Yingxue directly dodged her outstretched hands.
Oh, is this how you play it? Just had a son and start disliking the daughter?
Ruan Hongzhuang was about to speak when she felt her pant leg being tugged.
