It's snowing outside, and it's freezing.
Li Hongyuan directly sat down at a table near Jiang Ning, unwrapped the swaddle, revealing a lovely little baby face as cute as jade snow.
It's the first child.
The small red bundle was covered with a little snow.
Jiang Ning immediately panicked.
She wheeled herself over and said, "Why... have you brought the first child here? He is so young, and with such heavy snow outside, aren't you afraid of him catching a cold?"
"Do I have to put up with your criticism for bringing my son out for some fresh air? I wrapped him up well, he won't be cold."
"Where is Lingzi?"
"Girls are weak, so I am reluctant to bring her out."
"You—"
At this moment, the little baby hummed a few times, twisting his little face, as if he was about to cry.
Jiang Ning's heart instantly softened: "Let me hold him."