"Hehehe..."
June 5th.
Everything having returned to normal, Song Yanxi transferred to the postpartum recovery center she had reserved for 580,000 yuan.
Besides the large suite, there were also two dedicated nurses to take care of her.
The attention to detail was meticulous.
Chen Pingsheng, holding the newly born Chen Xinyi, let out an unkind laugh that sounded like a pig's snort.
The little one had only opened her eyes yesterday, and now she was curious about everything and pursed her little lips.
She even tried to suck on her little thumb, while Chen An'an also wanted to hold her.
Suddenly, a stream of urine flowed out.
They called for the nurse outside to come and change her wet diaper.
Chen An'an unhappily pouted her lips, "This sister doesn't listen at all; every time I hold her, she wets her pants."
"You have the nerve to talk about her, you were even naughtier than her when you were little."
