Tian Xingyun walked up to Rose Hua, smiling as she looked at her daughter, "Isn't she adorable?"
"She's very cute, much prettier than you!" Rose Hua praised, reaching out to touch Little Sweetheart's cheek.
"Wash your hands before touching my daughter," Huo Shaohua suddenly said.
"..." Rose Hua's hand froze just a few centimeters from Little Sweetheart's cheek.
Hearing Huo Shaohua's words, she felt very embarrassed.
Reluctantly withdrawing her hand, she forced a smile, "You're right, newborns have sensitive skin. I'll go wash my hands."
"It's not that serious," Tian Xingyun frowned and shot a look at Huo Shaohua before smiling and speaking.
She bent down to pick up Little Sweetheart, who was awake and not sleeping at the moment.
"She really is adorable," Rose Hua wanted to reach out to touch Little Sweetheart but didn't dare to; she was afraid of Huo Shaohua.
"You can hold her; she's very well-behaved."
