Yang Zhenshan's eyebrows raised; his great-grandson was born?
Our generation has finally grown!
Starting from today, I am a great-grandfather.
Without further ado, he strode towards Yang Chengye's courtyard.
"The master has returned!"
He had not yet reached the courtyard when he heard a maid spreading the word.
Soon, the Yang family members were all coming out of the main hall.
"Dad!"
"Grandpa!"
"Greetings to the master!"
A large group of people shouted excitedly.
Yu Qingyi stood in the main hall, still holding a swaddle.
"Haha, come, let me see the child first!"
Yang Zhenshan stepped forward to take the swaddled infant.
The little one was curiously looking at this unknown world with his big eyes open.
The wrinkled little guy looked somewhat ugly.
"Master, it's a boy!" Qingyi said with a smile.
Yang Zhenshan nodded slightly and carefully reached out to tease the little chap.
