With an apologetic look at Qiao Xinran, Tian Birou placed a bag she was holding beside Qiao Xinran's pillow, then walked around the bed to stand by Mo Yun's side.
In the baby crib, the little one twisted his head, and then, he opened his eyes.
His pitch-black eyes were clear and innocent; his chubby little mouth was pouting, as if he were greeting someone. Tian Birou only had to look once before she began cooing over him endearingly.
After dropping her handbag and rushing into the restroom to wash her hands, she came back and hurriedly took the baby into her arms, looking at him with such affection that her heart melted.
Turning her head, she saw Mo Yun with a keen expression on his face, and she immediately scolded, "Go wash your hands, or I won't let you hold him."
Mo Yun went off to the restroom with a smile on his face.
When he came back, he carefully took the swaddled baby from Tian Birou's arms, saying with a smile, "Dear grandson, I am Grandpa, your grandpa..."