Qin Yu held his nephew and showed his face.
Miao Qingqing was smiling at them, but when the child's face appeared, her eyes turned red. This child, why does he look so much like her grandson?
"Xiao Yu, can I hold this child?" Miao Qingqing asked anxiously.
Qin Yu didn't understand why Miao Qingqing reacted so strongly and why she was so emotional.
Qin Yu looked at Miao Qingqing and his mother, nodded, and agreed.
"Sure." Qin Yu handed the baby in his arms to Miao Qingqing's embrace.
As Miao Qingqing took the baby, she saw the familiar eyebrows and eyes, though young and innocent, but they were so familiar. She had missed this face for over ten years. Could this child be her own grandchild?
At the thought of this, Miao Qingqing laughed and cried, almost scaring Nangong Shulan and others.
"Auntie, what's wrong?" Nangong Shulan was the first to react and asked.