"Sleep, sleep, my dear baby..." Pei Yicheng's deep voice, deliberately lowered and softened, sounded incredibly melodious.
Xu Nianhua looked at him with bright eyes, her face full of excitement. Who would've thought that Brother Cheng could sing lullabies so well!
Listening and listening, Xu Nianhua started to feel sleepy again, and before long, she had drifted off to sleep once more.
...
Morning came.
Jiang Wanru and Ji Ying, the two mothers, had worried all night that Pei Yicheng might not manage the baby well and that Xu Nianhua might not rest properly during her postpartum period. So, they came over as soon as the sun rose.
"Did Yixian cry? Did Nianhua sleep well last night?"
As soon as the two mothers arrived, they looked at Xu Nianhua and then glanced at little Pei Yixian.
"Good, very good, I didn't even get up last night; Brother Cheng took care of the baby."
"Brother Cheng even sang a lullaby, it was very lovely."
"I think Brother Cheng is really a good father."
