Song Xiaoqing had already regained consciousness. As soon as she entered the ward, she anxiously looked at the tiny figure on the baby bed, her eyes full of eagerness. "The child... how is the child?"
"Xiaoqing, don't worry, the child is fine, everything is fine."
Ding Yuejun quickly reassured her, then carefully picked up the child and placed him beside Ding Yuejun. "Take a look at your child first, he's a very cute boy."
Seeing the tiny person beside her, Song Xiaoqing felt her entire being soften, her heart melting, "My child."
Song Chi stood beside the mother and child, seeing them like this, his face was full of smiles, but upon seeing his wife's pale face, he felt distressed, "Xiaoqing, the child hasn't opened his eyes yet anyway, why don't you rest for a while."
However, Song Xiaoqing felt she couldn't look enough, she kept earnestly staring at her child.
