Su Wenyue placed Brother Xing in Mrs. Yang's arms, and Mrs. Yang maintained that pose, stiffening her body, daring not to move, her eyes wide with delight. Yet she didn't utter a word, aware of her own loud voice and fearing that a too-loud sound might scare the little grandson in her embrace.
"Mother, what's the matter with you?" Su Wenyue chuckled as she looked at her mother-in-law, not understanding her condition. After all, it couldn't be that she didn't know how to hold the child; her mother-in-law had given birth and raised four sons herself and had plenty of experience doing so.
"Fourth Daughter-in-law, you, you take the child first," Mrs. Yang whispered, and only when Su Wenyue had taken the child away did she breathe a sigh of relief.
"Mother, what's this about?" Han Yu too found his mother's behavior strange. It couldn't be that she didn't like her grandson, but such a reaction was quite odd, and he asked somewhat puzzled.
