***
"Okay."
Qi Cong reached out to touch Xiaoshun, feeling a nervousness he had never experienced before.
This is his child!
He carefully picked up Xiaoshun.
Like Qiao Chutian, he had never held a child before, and his arms were somewhat stiff.
But his expression was even more complex, looking both nervous and gentle.
This made Mai Xiaomai find it a bit strange.
Yet she couldn't pinpoint what was strange.
Qi Cong held Xiaoshun nervously, almost holding his breath.
The child in his arms was so small, so soft, he was afraid that a little force would break him.
Originally, Xiaoshun was sleeping with his eyes closed, but he woke up, squinting his not fully open eyes, looking at him with a shallow smile, little hands waving...
Seeing that smile, Qi Cong's heart melted, feeling his eyes somewhat wet.
He lowered his head and kissed Xiaoshun's cheek, then raised his head and asked Mai Xiaomai, "What's his name?"
"Qiao Shun."
