At the entrance of the delivery room, Shen Que first inquired about Jiang Cheng's condition, and Xing Er replied, "Don't worry, everything went smoothly. She needs to freshen up a bit, and she'll be out soon."
"That's good, that's good."
Shen Que finally felt relieved, his eyes fixed on the little one.
Isn't it too small?
"Come, hold your baby."
Xing Er handed the baby over, and Shen Que took a deep breath, looking as solemn as if he were going into battle.
However, his arms felt like they weren't his, trying various postures, but he didn't dare to take the baby from Xing Er's arms.
Seeing this, Grandma Shen grew anxious and urged, "That's your son, not a bomb. Just hold him!"
After all, she's waiting to hold him too!
What an opportunity, yet he's useless!
Hearing this, Shen Que asked with a distressed look, "Is it…possible to hold him wrong? He's too small."
Grandma Shen, speechless, pushed Shen Que aside.
