Mo Family, dining room.
After Mo Chen and Qiao Ruoxin entered the dining room, all eyes converged on them.
The first to speak was Mo Tian, "Son! Come, give Daddy a hug."
Mo Tian stood up, walked over to Mo Chen, and embraced his tall figure with a sentimental look on his face, "Son, well done! You're finally going to be a dad. When I was your age, you were already three years old and knew how to swear."
"..." Mo Chen's handsome face darkened, his lips tightly pressed together.
Mo Tian burst into laughter, patting his shoulder, "That's good! I've been looking forward to the day you'd become a father, and it finally came."
Standing to the side, Qiao Ruoxin couldn't help but want to laugh.
Mo Chen ignored his father, pulled out a chair for Qiao Ruoxin to sit down, and then took the seat next to her.
"How did the hospital check-up go, did you see the baby?" Grandma Mo asked impatiently.