Without caring about the sharp look from Zhao Zhao anymore, Jing Zhongxiu came to stand beside Jing Rui. He coughed hard seeing that Jing Yichen was refusing to make space for him.
"Yichen, move from here. Let me talk with my grandson for a while."
Jing Yichen had to leave unwillingly when he was interrupted by Jing Zhongxiu. He had not spent enough time with his son yet.
But Jing Zhongxiu did not bother about his son's expression. He only had eyes for the little fellow lying on the bed.
The baby had long eyelashes and big eyes. His hair was thick, and snowy skin just like polished jade. He looked exactly how Jing Yichen did when he was little.
This was Jing Zhongxiu's grandson, so cute!
Jing Zhongxiu stared at him for a long time. Then he took his grandson's hand and bit it gently. He couldn't conceal his delight.
