"Sichen." Cheng Qingyan's eyes lit up when she saw Mo Sichen walk in.
The baby was wrapped in swaddling clothes, held by Madam Mo. Madam Mo said, "Sichen, come take a look. This child really resembles you."
Mo Sichen walked to his mother's side, glanced at the baby, and smiled.
Seeing him smile, Cheng Qingyan felt happy inside as well.
Although the General Mansion now had Xia Yunsheng, leaving her less favored,
if she gave birth to a child, and as the First Lady, if Mo Sichen treated her a bit better, she'd surely not lose to Xia Yunsheng.
After all, while the President's power wasn't the greatest, his prestige was unquestionably the highest.
It was like an emperor in ancient times—even if largely powerless, they were still the emperor.
In the eyes of others, it looked grand and glorious.
Thinking of this, she felt a sense of relief in her heart.
Mo Sichen took the baby in his arms. Madam Mo said, "Be gentle; you're such a big man with clumsy hands."
