The newborn baby girl had tiny, fine hair on her petite face, rosy and crying with her eyes closed.
She was not small, and her cries were quite loud, showing her robust health.
Jiang Shaohua looked at her newborn daughter, and a tender maternal affection quietly emerged.
"She must be hungry," Sun Zelan said with a smile, "I'll take her out now and let the wet nurse feed her."
"By the way, Elder Changning has been pacing outside the birthing room for two hours. Shouldn't we let him in?"
Jiang Shaohua, utterly exhausted, drowsily mumbled a response.
Cui Du rushed into the birthing room, bypassed the baby, and headed straight to the bed, grabbing Jiang Shaohua's hand: "Shao Hua!"
Jiang Shaohua managed a weak smile: "It's a daughter."
Cui Du, with reddened eyes, nodded repeatedly: "Yes, we have a daughter."
Before he finished speaking, tears had already fallen.
