It was unbelievable that just last night, Su Hongxing was longing for her son, and this morning the other party delivered the little one to her doorstep.
Even if it had been her in Su Hongxing's place, she would have had her heart moved by this man she had never met before.
"It's my child," Su Hongxing's eyes welled up as she stepped forward, carefully picking up the child.
The child seemed to be a light sleeper, for as soon as she picked up the baby, he opened his eyes and looked at her.
In the instant he saw Su Hongxing, the child spread his lips into a smile, utterly adorable.
"Look, he's smiling. Could it be that he knows you're his mother, which is why he's smiling?" Qiao Qiao moved closer and poked the tender face of the cute little one, who was extremely lovable.
Su Hongxing kissed the baby's face and hurriedly carried him inside the house.
