Gu Mochen: "..."
Gu Mochen's thin lips curled slightly, rising, as he watched the little one burp contentedly in his arms and sleep sweetly. He affirmed, "Of course."
"Hmm."
Someone sure is unusually confident.
Jian Ran's lips curved up, her beautiful eyes flashed with a dazzling gleam as she held back the smile at the corners of her mouth, solemnly nodding.
"Let them come in. The child has been fed, and there's no need for nursing for now. Feeding intervals are usually about 2 hours apart."
Since giving birth to Tang Bao, Jian Ran had quite the knack for childcare.
"Okay."
...
After everyone arrived in the ward, they couldn't help but adore the little one's chubby, sleeping appearance even more.
Jian Anguo, understanding how tiring nursing was for Jian Ran, proactively offered her soup to drink.
With some reluctance, Jian Ran finished the entire bowl of nourishing soup.
