Yet upon the bed, a chubby white baby was soundly asleep, tightly swaddled in blankets.
There were still traces of blood on his face that had not been completely cleaned off.
The woman quickly embraced the child and presented him before Wang Ba.
Looking at the child in her arms, her eyes filled with immense joy and affection, she then softly said:
"God, look, this is my child."
Wang Ba gently touched the child's cheek.
Perhaps because he was just born and hadn't opened his eyes yet, the child still seemed to react and smacked his tender lips.
Seeing this, deep love flowed in the eyes of the parents like honey.
They had their child in their nearly forties, which was quite late, and naturally adored him immensely.
Wang Ba, upon seeing this, felt somewhat moved in his heart.
However, at this moment, the woman's face tightened slightly as she looked at Wang Ba and whispered:
"God, you mentioned taking my child as your disciple, so will you take him away now?"
