Wang Zitan, who had always been fearless and haughty, now seemed a bit dumbfounded as he held his own son. His arms were stiff, and holding his child felt different than holding someone else's. And since the child was not even a month old, everything about him was soft and small; he was afraid of crushing those tiny bones.
With such a rigid posture, as if he was holding a time bomb that could go off at any moment, he took his son back home.
"Ah, my baby."
As soon as Tang Sisi saw the child Wang Zitan was carrying, she knew he had brought the baby home.
She gently took the child from Wang Zitan's arms. The sight of his tender little face filled her with delight and love.
"Big cousin, the baby is so cute."
Yeah, Wang Zitan curled his lip, the child was indeed quite cute, it's just that he wasn't very good-looking.
