"Tsk, you're clearly scared. My mother is giving birth right now, how could she have time to call you?"
"I, I was just..."
Xiang Chun was so tongue-tied she couldn't find words. She never imagined that conversing with a child could be this difficult.
Jin Xuyao huffed twice, then took his little legs and pushed past Xiang Chun, running towards the birthing room.
At that time, Jin Zijin was already holding the baby in the outer room, and he saw Jin Xuyao come in, followed by a very nervous Xiang Chun.
"Young master, young master, you can't..." Seeing Jin Zijin come out holding the swaddle, Xiang Chun stopped speaking and obediently stood to the side.
"Xuyao, come here quickly!" Jin Zijin sat on the chair in the outer room, a faint smile on his face.
By now, he was much calmer. The wrapped-up baby was very similar to how Jin Xuyao looked as a child.
