Lu Mom gave her daughter a reproachful look. "Who calls their own child a little monkey? You were just like this when you were born."
When Lu Qingqing was just born, she was brought to her mother immediately, so she remembered it vividly.
Unknowingly, that tiny, red, wrinkled bundle had now become a mother herself, with her own baby to care for.
Ning Anping, however, couldn't recall what it was like when she had given birth to her daughter. Her daughter had been taken away before she could even get a proper look. Now, after seeing her grandson, she couldn't help but turn her attention to carefully observing the baby lying in the stroller.
The tiny baby was wrapped snugly in a pale blue floral towel. His thick black hair was damp, and his skin was red and a little dark.
