The delivery room was filled with laughter and joy.
Yunluo had managed to give birth to a boy, and Yang Family repeatedly chanted Buddhist prayers, while the women were all delighted.
Mrs. Qiu helped the little boy clean up, wrapped him in the prepared swaddle, and handed him to Yang Family.
Yang Family held him close and scrutinized him, the little one's skin wrinkled, hair jet black, and the small protruding lips were exactly like Du Yunluo's.
She happily carried the child out.
Mu Lianxiao quickly approached, staring at the small creature with closed eyes.
He seemed on the verge of tears.
Yang Family gently patted the child, laughing as she spoke to him: "You are a father now."
Mu Lianxiao smiled, looking inward: "Where is Yunluo?"
He had not forgotten his wife despite having a son, and Yang Family was pleased, saying, "She's exhausted and asleep. The blood inside is heavy; you better not go in now."
Mu Lianxiao nodded.
