Not long after, the Qiao family's servant brought over some soup. Qiao Yu fed it to Xia Ning, bit by bit.
Xia Ning didn't want to drink it at first, but at the thought that she would have to feed her son later, the baby would definitely run out of milk if she didn't eat more, so she didn't refuse.
Qiao Yu was a little unhappy about this. He couldn't convince her, but that little brat could make her listen to him. He was actually a little jealous.
The younger son looked like Qiao Yu, or rather, he was made from the same mold as Enoch when he was young.
Xia Ning hugged him as if she was hugging Enoch. It was a way to make up for all the regrets she had felt all those years ago.
After feeding her son, Xia Ning was a little tired. Coincidentally, su Jingcheng came back with Enoch. The uncle and nephew looked very harmonious and were talking and laughing.
