Lan Ling walked over holding Little Treasure gently and said, "Miss Rong, you'd better be prepared."
"What preparation?"
Hearing this, Rongrong's face suddenly changed, and she immediately took the baby into her arms, "Let me see quickly."
Mu Qian had been waiting outside, and when he just heard Little Treasure's loud cry, his frozen heart softened like cotton candy. He could hear the voices inside; the child was 7.7 pounds and was born at 12:01 AM.
But when he heard Lan Ling's mention of 'preparation', his face slightly changed, and he immediately pushed open the door and entered, just as Rongrong was taking the child from Lan Ling.
She was surprised by Lan Ling's words, and when she looked at the child, she screamed in fright, "Ah!"
Reflexively, she threw the ugly baby out; it was a reflex of the human body, and at the same time, she yelled in anger and disbelief, "What is this thing? Where is my son, my son?"
