Wanqing quickly tried to reassure her, fearing her postpartum depression might become worse.
Wiping away her tears, the nanny brought her son over. She happily said to Wanqing, "Look at how ugly he is, little Dangdang is so much cuter."
Wanqing couldn't help but touch the baby's head, "He'll be fine in a while, all newborns look like this. Even though you say he's ugly, you still hold him tight."
"Of course!" Tianxue pulled the child closer to her chest, "He's the child of Acheng and I!" But then she became depressed again, "I remember the time when we were both in high school, I didn't understand anything, but now we have a child... Your child is already in grade school, in a few years, he'll be going after other people's daughters..."
Wanqing couldn't help but pinch the corner of her eyes. Zhanhui better not end up like Mu Tianying! She has to keep him in line! After a pause, she said to Tianxue, "Don't think too much, be careful of postpartum depression."
