After accepting the child, Lan Dongzhi felt that his mood was changing every day.
Other than Mo Yangyang and the others, she had no attachment to this world.
But now, looking at the little thing she gave birth to, she had a different kind of attachment.
Lan Dongzhi was too weak to hold the child for too long. Xue Mingtao took the child and put him down after coaxing him to sleep.
"This little guy is getting better and better. As long as you take good care of him, his health won't be worse than other children!"
"I wonder how the other one is doing now." He sighed.
When Lan Dongzhi heard this, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and his eyes slowly turned red.
Xue Mingtao was regretful. His mouth was really too cheap.
Why did he mention another child at this time?
"I was just talking nonsense. Actually, you ... You don't need to worry about the other one. She's definitely being taken care of better than Little Shun."
