Ou Ming quickly froze in place.
He looked down and saw the child, his own blood, lying in his arms.
A warm smile appeared on his face as he examined the little baby. Then, he carefully followed the hospital bed.
Yu Lili had fallen asleep on the bed, and her face looked very pale.
Ou Ming's phone started ringing, startling him.
He quickly turned the phone's sound down, placed it to his ear, and gently answered, "Hello, Mom."
"Where are you? I heard that the baby's already born. I brought some soup for Lili."
Ou Ming gave Qiao Ziqing the room number. Then, he carefully sat down with the baby in his arms.
Since he was a child, he never liked children very much. Apart from Li Sicheng's two children, he was hardly close to any.
Ou Ming hadn't even seen such a small child, let alone held one in his arms like this.
