"Why didn't you bring your wife when you came back, and how come you got married without saying a word? How old is the baby, do you have a photo? Let me see."
"I do have one." Shen Lingxuan put down the knife and fork, took out his phone from his pocket, opened the album, and then handed it to her.
On the screen, a little cherubic baby was lying on the sofa, big bright eyes, dark and shiny, fingers still in her mouth, extremely adorable.
She's really a lovable little princess.
"The child had a bit of a cold a few days ago, so I didn't bring her over. I'll let you see her when there's a chance."
"The baby is very cute." She handed the phone back to him, praising.
"Little kids are like this, their bodies are soft, and holding them in your arms feels comfortable. Your sister-in-law even said if I keep holding the baby every day, she won't learn to walk in the future."
