"Boy?"
Ying Ce lifted the small red blanket, his expression extremely confused.
He had just thought he might have misheard.
But seeing it now, he was bewildered and couldn't understand.
Wasn't Little Seven's toddler supposed to be a girl?
That little baby was sweet and soft, with two small ponytails, two little dimples, and smiled revealing two tiny milk teeth, utterly adorable.
Why… had he turned into a stinky boy?
Could it be the wrong one was picked up?
Ying Ce looked at the little baby on the couch, puzzled.
And the little baby, upon seeing him, cried even harder, his little face flushing red, almost fainting from crying.
Ying Ce frowned, looking disdainful, "Just like your father, annoying."
The little baby scrunched up his face, his features squeezed together, and Ying Ce couldn't make out his appearance.
Naturally, he didn't realize that the little guy bore a striking resemblance to his Little Seven.
