Zhou Xiaolan finally reached out and took the swaddled baby. Looking at the fragile little red monkey in her arms, she couldn't quite tell what she was feeling inside.
Her daughter had given birth to the son the Liu family had been dreaming of, yet she found herself caught in a dilemma.
"Auntie," Wen Ran said in a low voice, "whatever the case, let's go to the ward first."
He Cuicui was having a difficult birth and nothing was prepared. At this critical moment, just as Wen Ran was planning to lend a hand, a large group of people suddenly arrived at the hospital.
Visibly, Zhou Xiaolan let out a sigh of relief.
She held the baby tighter, her eyes brimming with tears, "Old man, you finally came!"
Mr. He was very anxious, "Why are you alone holding the baby? Where's Cuicui? Where did she go?"
Zhou Xiaolan thought of the misunderstanding she had just caused, feeling a bit embarrassed, and before she could speak, she was surrounded by people from all sides.
