"Cousin, are you hurt?"
"I'm fine, but I don't know if Song Mu might be harmed. He was holding a gun against Song Mu's head! It scared me to death!" Liangliang sat uneasily, fearing she'd receive bad news.
"Don't worry, cousin, everything will be okay." Tang Suiyu held Little Mutang tight in her arms.
Little Mutang might've been held too tightly, suddenly waking up.
"Waa waa..."
"Waa waa waa..."
Liangliang's attention was drawn to the baby; she walked over to look at Little Mutang.
"Looks quite like Ye..." she smiled and said, "They say daughters resemble fathers and are prettier; boys look like mothers and are handsome. This girl will surely be beautiful in the future!"
These words felt comforting somehow.
This daughter indeed resembles Ye Gushen.
Definitely a beauty in the making!
——
Song Mu suddenly stopped the car, "Let's get out."
"You go ahead, I'll drive!"
"No gas left."
"Impossible, I just saw there was gas!"
