Zhou Xufang was pushed out awake.
"Where's the baby?"
Jiang Zhi squatted down, wanting to touch her face, and it was only when he raised his hand that he realized the palm was scraped, marked with bloody fingernail prints.
He withdrew his hand, "The nurse took him for a bath."
He seemed not to have recovered yet, appearing overly calm, his whole demeanor slightly stunned.
Zhou Xufang's thoughts were very clear, clearly replaying in her mind all the drama series and romance novels she had watched, "You should go to the baby quickly, don't let them get swapped."
Jiang Zhi, whose soul had been forcibly yanked back: "..."
He wasn't in the mood for the child, "Aunt He is there, there won't be a mix-up."
Zhou Xufang lacked energy, but she was anxious, unable to lift her hand, she urged Jiang Zhi with her eyes, "No, you have to go watch too." She mustered all her strength, earnestly admonishing, "Don't let them mix him up, only the most beautiful one is ours."
The most beautiful...
