The carriage arrived at the hutong courtyard.
From afar, one could hear laughter coming from inside.
The three people got off the carriage, and the courtyard door was ajar.
Song Wei reached out and forcefully pushed it open, the voices in the main room became clearer, faintly mixed with the sound of a baby crying.
Song Wei slowed his pace slightly, as if confirming whether he had misheard.
Wen Wan, beside him, laughed and said, "I've been out so long, the little guy must be hungry."
It was only then that Song Wei remembered to ask, "Is it a son?"
Wen Wan nodded with a smile, looking at Song Wei with some expectation, "Do you like him?"
Song Wei looked back at her, eyes tender, "As long as Wanwan gave birth to him, I like him."
These words warmed Wen Wan's heart.
Afraid that the little guy couldn't wait, Wen Wan didn't linger outside and headed towards the main room in big strides.
