Wang Juhuai looked down at him. The baby's eyes were still closed.
It was probably because his face was small, but his eyelashes were startlingly long.
Lu Man and Han Zhuoli both gathered around to look. Lu Man even took a few photos of him and sent them to the Han Family group chat.
"When I received your call, Grandma even wanted to come with us. We only managed to persuade her against it after some effort."
Wang Juhuai laughed heartily and said, "When Qingwei has recovered, we will bring our son to the Han Family together."
In the group chat, Old Mrs. Han sent questions over in rapid succession like cannon fire.
As she used the handwriting function, her speed was a little slower, yet she had an impatient temperament. She could not even wait for herself to finish writing, so she just recorded her voice and sent it over.
"How is Qingwei now?"
"Has she woken up?"
"Does the child have a name yet?"
