"Mr. Lu, Mrs. Lu, congratulations to both of you!"
It was only then that Lu Moqing found the time to look at his child.
At this moment, the child's eyes were already open, the pupils very dark, staring intently at him.
He quickly reached out to take the baby, with a tender fatherly expression on his face.
"Xuxu, look, she's really worthy of being my daughter, Lu Moqing. She looks so much like me, so beautiful."
"Look, she's even communicating with me through eye contact."
Qiaoxu: "..."
I say, Island Master Lu, it's enough to praise yourself indirectly. How can you tell that the child is communicating with you through eye contact?
Although her eyes are open, she can't see you yet, she really can't see you.
But seeing Island Master Lu happily communicating with the child, Qiaoxu thought about it and decided not to disappoint him.
Meanwhile, the midwife, who was listening to Lu Moqing's conversation with his wife, looked somewhat at a loss.
