Inside the incubator, a small, beautiful face made everyone exclaim in surprise.
The features, the pink little lips, the perfect lip shape, the nose standing gracefully, though the eyes were not open, you could clearly see the neat and dense eyelashes.
"More beautiful than Ziye back then," Mrs. Yao sighed, lamenting that the saying 'the new surpasses the old' is indeed true.
With good genes from the son, naturally, the child born is beautiful.
This little baby is entirely like Mr. Yao, but not quite. Look at this child, peaceful and quiet, not crying or fussing, her temperament is very much like the mother, Shen Jiayin, a proper little lady.
Bai Lu sighed with emotion: "The appearance is a match with Nana. In the future, if trained well, both of them can absolutely stand out as flowers in the green military camp."
"Is it a girl?" Surprisingly, the three members of the Yao family simultaneously questioned.
