The little one's voice had just been heard, and the excitement in the room was uncontrollable.
"There's a sound, the little master has made a sound. Congratulations, congratulations, the little master isn't mute, he can speak!"
The midwife got excited and shouted loudly.
Ji Youcheng was thrilled.
"Son, make another 'gah,' come on, make another 'gah' for your father to hear."
Ji Youcheng, like a child, excitedly reached out to tease his son.
He wanted him to make another sound.
However, the little one just looked at him, pursed his lips, and then closed his eyes again.
"Oh... why isn't he speaking again, can he speak or not?"
Ji Youcheng panicked again, filled with worry!
"Third brother, everyone heard the sound the child made, why don't you believe it? Don't worry! The child isn't mute!" Ji Youran quickly stopped him and said.
"Not mute, that's great, really scared me to death. You say this child, why doesn't he cry?"
