Beside Ye Jiu's bed, Sikong Mo squatted on the ground, tightly holding Ye Jiu's exhausted small hand, "Jiujiu, you've worked hard, and also, I'm sorry, I came back late."
On the side, the midwife and the maidservant dared not breathe loudly since Sikong Mo entered, deftly wrapped the newborn child, placed it beside Ye Jiu, and then retreated.
Ye Jiu turned her head, catching a glimpse of the newborn child out of the corner of her eye, and asked, "Quickly, see if it's a boy or a girl?"
Sikong Mo hadn't had a chance to look at the child yet.
Hearing Ye Jiu's words, he still did not let go of her, instead reaching out with another hand to feel inside the swaddle.
Then, with a constipated expression, "It's a boy."
"What's with that expression? Are you unhappy that I gave birth to a son?" Truth be told, she also felt a bit disdainful, but she couldn't stand Sikong Mo's expression.
