Fan Xiuying cradled her little grandson in her arms; this child really was adorable.
He inherited all the good qualities from his parents.
A high, straight nose, deep, large eyes, chiseled features just like his father's, and full lips.
His skin completely inherited Jiang Xiaoxiao's fairness, unlike other newborns who are red like little monkeys or some who have severe jaundice.
Instead, it was as white as fine porcelain, glowing.
At just three days old, the child had already fully opened his eyes and was curiously staring at Fan Xiuying in front of him, but he neither cried nor fussed.
Especially when Fan Xiuying spoke softly to him, he would unconsciously smile.
Jiang Xiaoxiao thought it was unconscious, but Fan Xiuying believed her grandson recognized her.
That was a smile for her.
"Mom, stop holding the baby all the time. You were the one who said it—if you keep holding him like this, he won't want to lie in bed later and will get spoiled."
