Grandpa Shi grunted, “You guys have a seat first. I’ll get old Zhong to call him out.”
Shi Mo said, “There’s no need. I’ll go over and take a look at him.”
“That’s good too.”
Shi Mo had never seen the four children that Mu Siyin had risked her life to give birth to.
In the nursery, Shi Beiyu was carrying a soft, cotton-like baby in his arms.
The child was hungry, so the wet nurse came over to feed him. Shi Beiyu took the opportunity to carry the child out himself.
However, he did not expect that the child was so soft that he could not even begin to carry him. He was also a little nervous and helpless in his arms, afraid that he would spoil the child.
“Young master, give it to me.”The wet nurse saw that Shi Beiyu’s posture was extremely stiff, so she smiled and stretched out her hand to take the child.
Shi Beiyu did not try to force himself, allowing the wet nurse to take the child.
