Before Grandpa gave Yang Ziyu's child a name, she had already secretly nicknamed him Baby!
Wen Xinya arrived at the nursery after visiting Grandpa.
Baby was lying in his incubator, his large eyes as black as grapes and sparkling prettily. In just a few short days, his wrinkled red skin had smoothened out a bit, and he looked extremely adorable.
Perhaps because he was bored, his fat legs kicked up into the air, while his hands curled into little fists and he waving them over his head.
Wen Xinya's heart softened into mush.
She couldn't resist reaching one finger and gently poking at the incubator glass in the direction of his little face.
As if he felt it, Baby turned and blinked at her.
"So cute!" Wen Xinya felt quite moved.
She suddenly felt an urge to have an adorable little fellow just like this with Si Yiyan.
