"Where's the child? Where's the child?"
Song Zhiqing breezed in like a gust of wind, shouting loudly, his voice filled with unmistakable excitement.
When he saw Song Ci, his steps halted, and somewhat embarrassed, he adjusted his collar and bowed to Song Ci: "Mother, you're here too."
Song Ci said coolly, "You're already the father of several children, why are you still acting so boisterously like a child? How can you set an example for the children?"
Song Zhiqing laughed sheepishly, "I'm just overly happy."
Song Ci glanced at him and moved aside, saying, "Madam Shen just gave birth to a son, come over and take a look. Being a father again, you must take on more responsibilities; after all, the whole household of the third branch relies on you."
Song Zhiqing's expression became serious, and he bowed his hands, saying, "I will heed mother's teachings."
He walked over and saw Madam Shen with a pale face, nodded, and smiled at her, saying, "Lou'er, you've worked hard."
