Upon hearing the child's cry, Zhang Xiaolong rushed into the courtyard without even glancing at the crowd, running straight to his mother's side with a concerned expression on his face as he looked at his child.
When he saw the child, he couldn't help but frown and ask, "Mother, why did you bring the child out without wrapping him in a blanket? In this cold weather, won't the child freeze?"
Guo Sufei gave a bitter smile, about to speak when the disappointed midwife, who had hurriedly rushed in, showed a joyful face and exaggeratedly exclaimed, "Ah, look at you, having no experience at all. To think that you would actually bring the child out without a blanket in such cold weather. In my experience, this child will definitely suffer from illnesses in the future. Quickly, hand him to me, let me have a look."
Zhang Xiaolong also had a worried look on his face and wanted to say something, but after looking at his mother, he swallowed his words back.
