Ruan Mengmeng finally understood why she had found that 'little chongchong' again, but she had been feeling a little uneasy these days.
In the beginning, she had thought that this uneasiness came from Zhan Yang's interference in her mood, from the illness of 'little chongchong'.
But now, when she heard the cries of the child in Zhan Yang's arms, saw that familiar face, and saw the child's scrunched up face, she realized that this was the source of her uneasiness all along.
This was her child, her little chongchong, the baby that she had painstakingly conceived!
The little fellow in Zhan Yang's arms had turned red from all the crying. Even so, it could not hide his exquisite facial features.
He was less than a year old, but his facial features were already extremely deep and three-dimensional compared to his peers.
