Shen Weiyi smiled and said, "But it's generally daughters that resemble their dads, and boys that resemble their moms."
"Really?" Sheng Yan, the little guy, frowned, looking at her with half-belief and half-doubt.
"Of course it's true," Shen Weiyi nodded, gently persuading him. "Think about it, don't you look like mom?"
It seemed so.
Sheng Yan, the little guy, couldn't help but turn his head towards the direction of the baby crib, as if he saw a nephew who resembled Yiyi, and he finally became less resistant to the idea of his little niece turning into a little nephew.
The new mother needed rest, and due to the rush at the end, many things still hadn't been prepared.
Seeing that mother and child were safe, everyone heaved a sigh of relief. Plus, the hospital didn't need so many people, so they all went back first to handle the things she would need after giving birth.
There was also the matter of checking into the postpartum care center.
