"Isn't it though, look at this little face, so pink and tender—how adorable." Wan Hongxing gazed excitedly at the baby. Her own son, Wan Hang, hadn't even started dating yet; she had no idea when she'd get to hold a grandchild, so she really treated this baby as her own grandkid.
"That nose—it's like Yicheng's. The mouth looks like Nianhua's. When he grows up, he'll definitely be as handsome as Yicheng." Wan Hongxing's praise just kept coming, as if it cost nothing.
"All we wish for is the child to grow up healthy." Jiang Wanru smiled as she looked at her grandson. With his parents' looks, he won't turn out ugly, and as long as his life goes smoothly, it'll be enough.
"The baby just looks blessed—he's bound to have a smooth life ahead." Wan Hongxing handed over a pair of gold bracelets she'd brought along. "This is a token from us as grandparents."
