The baby was sleeping soundly. His pink hand was clenched into a small fist beside his cheek. The baby was seven pounds and two ounces. His cheeks were chubby. Old Master tried his best to restrain himself from touching them.
The baby's small face was fair and clean, and his skin was so tender that water could be squeezed out of it. The overall outline of his eyebrows and facial features were like Fu Sinian's. His small nose and mouth were a little more like Shi Qian's.
If this child grew up, he would definitely be even more handsome than his father.
When the Old Master heard the commotion in the room, he didn't even look back. It was as if the baby was the only thing left in his world.
"Old Master, Miss has returned to the ward," Jin An reminded him.
