The carriage soon arrived at Xuntian Escort Agency, and it was Xiaoxiao's first visit here. Cradling the child, Xiaoxiao stepped down from the carriage.
"Wife, let me hold the baby, you've been holding him the whole way."
Yang Ming reached out to take the child, but Xiaoxiao twisted away and refused, "Forget it. You can hold him when we get home. These are all your people. It wouldn't look good for them to see you holding a baby."
"I'm holding my son, what's there to be afraid of? Give him to me."
Seeing that Yang Ming was insistent, Xiaoxiao relented, "Go slow."
Yang Ming, holding the child, walked into the courtyard with Xiaoxiao and saw quite a few people practicing their fist techniques. Among them, some were practicing military boxing. Xiaoxiao always felt that military boxing wasn't very useful, but perhaps they could discover something from it. It was good as a body exercise, anyway.
