The pain in her abdomen was still intense, so she candidly told Mrs. Mu, "Mom, maybe we should let the baby have some formula first."
"How could that be okay? Don't you know the nutrition in the first sip of milk? It's the best for the baby!" Mrs. Mu's tone was gentle, but her attitude was stern.
Su Chaoyang noticed that his presence was pressuring her, so he toned down his expression slightly and turned to do something else. Mu Xiangwan only blushed and, enduring the discomfort, continued nursing the little one in her arms.
Fortunately, a newborn's appetite isn't very big, and the little one fell asleep after a few sips.
Mu Xiangwan knew her husband hadn't held the baby yet, so she called him over to hold him.
Su Chaoyang had indeed been looking forward to holding his son, but... when such a tiny, wrinkly bundle was placed before him, looking at his innocent, pure sleeping face, he became apprehensive.
