Ye Qilan and Su Hongxing were both looking at the child, finding the experience very novel.
"Was Little Pudding also like this when he was born? All wrinkly and looking like a little old man." Ye Qilan watched the baby for quite a while before his curiosity got the better of him.
Life was truly magical; this little baby, who looked rather ugly, was delivered by him personally for Su Hongxing, and he was also a continuation of their lives.
"Little Pudding was even uglier when he was born. That guy gets handsomer by the day. Little Pudding was very naughty when he was young, but as he grew up, he became sensible and well-behaved. He hardly ever gave me anything to worry about." Su Hongxing's eyes softened when she spoke of Little Pudding.
She was doing quite well here; it was just that she often worried about Little Pudding and also thought of Ye Qilan.
