"Come here An Kirin, let daddy hold you." Xu Xiaolan passed the miniature baby in her hands to An Kirin.
An Lin carefully held the golden baby with trembling hands and was at loss for words.
The baby's skin was very smooth, and it had a numbing sensation to the touch, presumably because of the lightning crackling around its body.
The golden baby seemed to have exhausted itself from crying and fell silent. It then looked up at An Lin with curiosity etched on its cute, innocent face.
"Who are you? And why did you come out of my stomach?" An Lin gently touched the golden baby's cheek.
The baby didn't seem to understand what An Lin was saying and giggled with delight. "Papa!"
"I'm not your dad!" An Lin instantly replied with a solemn expression.
The baby blinked in confusion before turning its head to look at Xu Xiaolan. "Mama!"
