"Alright, Old Madam!" Xiang Ling said.
Then, Nangong Lan and Xiang Xue went out. Xiang Xue carried the still-unconscious little girl in her arms. Since they couldn't go inside, Xiang Xue and Nangong Lan simply used hot water to clean the little girl and wrapped her up again. Nangong Lan held her granddaughter in her arms, her eyes filled with affection...
The little girl was as quiet as a porcelain doll, completely unlike usual newborns. Her skin was flawless, smooth as silk, her long eyelashes slightly quivering like two fans, her eyes tightly shut, and her small mouth a rosy pink. She was so adorable that it was hard to look away. Just by looking at her face, she resembled Mo Jiuli by seventy percent, and also looked like Di Minghan. Truly, she inherited the best features of both Mo Jiuli and Di Minghan, and the smile on Nangong Lan's lips was unyielding...
