Yang Ming was standing by the door listening to the commotion inside, afraid that something might go wrong.
He knew his wife was really scared of such situations, and now she had to help deliver a baby for the big sister; it was truly difficult for her.
When he heard the baby's cry, he was sure it was the cry of the newborn, not his son's voice.
He was happy and relieved at the same time; his wife could finally come out from the situation she feared.
But as soon as his wife came out, her words left him momentarily stunned.
"Honey, what do we do? How exactly do we cut this?"
Xiaoxiao really didn't know; it was already a challenge for her to help deliver the baby, wasn't it?
Yang Ming had even less of an idea; he'd never seen anything like this before, his own child's birth had everything handled, there wasn't anything left attached like this.
