"Mother-in-law, let's step outside for a chat, shall we? Let's not disturb Xinran and the baby's rest…"
With a face full of smiles, Tian Birou stepped forward, took hold of Song Yazhen's arm, and walked towards the door.
Half-resisting and half-complying, Song Yazhen followed her out.
Mo Yun coughed awkwardly, then glared fiercely at Mo Yichen before carefully handing the swaddled baby over to Mo Yichen's arms and also left the room.
The door of the ward closed, and whatever was being said outside couldn't be heard anymore.
Looking worried, Qiao Xinran asked Mo Yichen, "Do you think, could they end up arguing?"
"What are you thinking? How could that happen?"
Mo Yichen laughed and said, "All three of them together are almost two hundred years old, how could they argue? Don't worry, nothing will happen…"