Dad...
When the nurse uttered this title, Leng Yichen felt his heart fill up completely. His hands lifted and lowered, then lifted again, wanting to touch the child, but he did not dare. He looked like a bewildered child, clueless and lost, a stark contrast to the domineering man who commands authority.
"Nurse, did you just say the child weighs eight pounds and six ounces?" Grandma asked, never imagining Bai Yiran would deliver such a large child.
"Yes!" The nurse nodded, "The child is a bit large, but don't worry, they'll slim down later. The mother was very impressive to deliver such a large child!"
Leng Yichen looked at his newborn daughter, a man who doesn't even shed a tear in the face of death, now found his eyes red.
"How's my wife?" Leng Yichen asked, his throat a bit choked.
"The mother is too tired and has fallen asleep. She will be brought out soon, don't worry."
