The room full of people all came over to see the baby.
Jing Yiren turned and looked at the two children next to her, extended her hand, reached into the cot through the railings, and touched her son's little clenched hand.
The boy had a round little head, his eyes were quietly closed, moving a little from time to time, as if he was pretending to sleep.
He didn't seem fond of being touched. As soon as Jing Yiren touched him, his little hand moved to the side to avoid it.
Jing Yiren kept touching, and he kept dodging.
Wu Xiujuan standing by saw it and she also reached out to touch the child's bare little foot.
As a result, the little guy immediately kicked his little leg and kicked Wu Xiujuan's hand away.
Wu Xiujuan frowned: "This little one, just one day old and already acting like your dad, putting on airs?"
As soon as Wu Xiujuan said this, the roomful of people laughed.