"Son, look at your mom, acting as if she's the clever one," Ning Yibin said discontentedly to his son-in-law.
"Of course. She's not like you! Look at you, making the baby cry by holding him so uncomfortably, and still talking about how resounding the military songs are? It's just embarrassing."
"Does the baby not cry when you hold him? Doesn't he cry just the same?"
The old couple were cheerfully bickering, completely forgetting that they had been up all night. The birth of the two new little lives was enough to chase away all their fatigue.
Qin Jian stood at the window, awkwardly holding his child, looking down at the child who was crying loudly, feeling his heart filled to the brim with the joy of becoming a father for the first time.
This little bundle of flesh was wrinkly and not at all pretty, but he was the fruit of the love between himself and An Hao.
This was his and An Hao's child!
