Jiang Peiying was amused, too. "Haven't you been looking at her all this time?"
"Not enough." Yan Jin pouted.
"Let your sister have a look first." Jiang Peiying placed the delicate infant in Yan Su's arms.
It was the first time she had held a baby, and her hands were shaking. When peering into the infant's delicate face, which was the size of her palm, she felt as if she was in a dream.
She was a mother now.
She never imagined she would be a mother at this age.
The baby had rosy cheeks and delicate, exquisite features, but Yan Su saw no resemblance to herself.
Jiang Peiying remarked, "They say that little girls look like their dad, thank goodness... The man you were with that drunken night isn't too bad looking. Look at how pretty Yan Yan is, am I right?"
She looked over at Yan Su meaningfully.
Yan Su felt a little awkward.
