"What an adorable baby."
"It's a daughter."
"She'll surely grow up to be as well-behaved and cute as Ling'er."
The women looked at the baby in front of them, praising aloud.
Throughout all these years, they knew that their husband did not favor sons over daughters.
In fact, often he believed that sons were the family's pillars, while daughters were meant to be cherished, showing a slight preference for daughters.
"Baby."
With Lu Miaoge's support, Bai Ling cautiously looked at her daughter and softly called out.
The baby did not cry or fuss, putting a chubby white finger in her mouth to suck on, looking at the people around her with a hint of curiosity.
"Come, dear daughter, let daddy hold you."
Lu Changsheng joyfully took the baby into his arms.
Her skin was very soft, smooth with a gentle coolness, like it had been dusted with pearl powder, feeling silky and very comfortable.
