Jia stared at her niece, who was lightly stirring in Mingshen's arms as if she was having a lovely dream.
Mingshen cocked his brow in amusement seeing her faintly smile.
"Why does her smile remind me of the little chilly lying on that bed there?"
Jia smiled. "It's because she is like her. She smiles just like Lihua."
"I hope it's only the smile and not the brain," he sneered.
She glared at him. "Aren't you tired of saying that?"
"If her mother is not tired of her brain, then why will I be tired of commenting on it?" He shrugged. "Whatever. Hold her."
Jia pursed her lips. In the end, she held her when Mingshen was practically pushing baby Limei in her arms.
