Shi Ying and George were talking outside.
Inside the house, it was as warm as spring. Little An'an had his bottom washed and a fresh diaper on, and now he was nestled in Qiao Yi's arms, blinking his big eyes as he drank milk.
Lu Xunzhi and his wife were both nearby.
They both looked on enviously at little An'an. Since they got off the plane earlier, they had wanted to hold him, but the nanny in the living room said little An'an was sleeping, so they played cards in the yard with Shi Ying and his wife.
Seeing how eagerly his grandparents were waiting, Qiao Yi smiled knowingly and said, "After An'an finishes his milk, he'll need to be burped for a while. Then he won't sleep for a long time and will want someone to hold him and walk him around to look at things."
Lu Xunzhi chuckled, "Great, great. I'll hold him later and take him around to look."
"It's cold outside," Liang Xiaoqi said gently, "It's better to just wander around the house and take a look."
