"Oh my, is he asking me to hold him?" Fatty Mao Er was excited.
An Yiqing smiled as she handed the Little Bun to her. Fatty Mao Er carefully took him, hugging the Little Bun as she walked back and forth in the cave, grinning ear to ear.
Long Zixuan and the others craned their necks, wanting to hold him too, especially Old Jin, who had watched the Little Bun being born with his own eyes and personally taken care of him for three months. Naturally, the bond he had was deeper than anyone else's. Now seeing the Little Bun only let Fatty Mao Er hold him and ignoring him, Old Jin felt a twinge of jealousy.
Sitting on the bedside, the flamboyant man had a face full of resentment. The Little Bun in Fatty Mao Er's arms seemed to sense this powerful resentment and peeked out to look at Old Jin, giving him a toothy grin.
"Giggle, Jin... Jin..."
Everyone instantly fell silent, turning their attention to the little baby.
