About half an hour later, the midwife came out of the delivery room, carrying a swaddled baby in her arms.
Yang Zhenshan carefully held the baby.
The little one was very alert, a pair of jet-black eyes surprisingly taking in Yang Zhenshan.
"This little girl didn't even cry!"
Yang Zhenshan was somewhat amazed.
Previously, whenever he held babies, they would cry.
They would start crying as soon as he held them, making him afraid to even hold them.
He had been prepared for this little girl to cry, but unexpectedly, not only did she not cry, but she also stared at him with her big eyes.
"Dad, this little girl is close to you!" Yang Mingcheng said.
Yang Zhenshan chuckled and cautiously played with the little one.
However, the little one wasn't interested in playing; she just glanced at him for a while, then began to look around at everyone else, turning her head and eyes together, seemingly curious about everything.
