Mo Qingyi stretched out her hands to take the child away from Duanmu Zhe's arms.
Although the child was a bit dark, the more she looked at him, the cuter he became.
His facial features were very delicate, and had he been a bit fairer, he also would have been a charming doll.
"He's very heavy! Even I'm struggling to hold him! How could your little frame possibly carry him?" Duanmu Zhe stepped back, rejecting Mo Qingyi's request.
Mo Qingyi eyed Duanmu Zhe from head to toe, squinting her eyes, "With your frail figure, as delicate as a woman's, of course, you can't carry him! Watch me!"
Duanmu Zhe was being too exaggerated! How heavy could such a small child be?
Duanmu Zhe curled his lips, "Then why don't you give it a try?" As he finished speaking, he presented the child in front of Mo Qingyi.
Mo Qingyi extended her hands to receive the child, but as soon as she took him, her body suddenly sank downward! She nearly fell, but fortunately, Duanmu Zhe quickly caught her.
My God!