It's all wrinkled, like an eighty-year-old man, what's so beautiful about it?
Ye Qingchen, who's lying on the bed with an IV drip, laughs weakly, "I think it's ugly, and you're saying it's beautiful."
Si Mo felt relieved, it seems he's not the only one who thinks it's ugly.
Feng Lang, who's filling a glass of water for Ye Qingchen, immediately frowns, "Who said my daughter is ugly?"
"You're so beautiful and Feng Lang isn't bad either, how can the baby be ugly?" Xia Yiwan asks, smiling.
"Do you think the baby looks like me or her?" Feng Lang asks with a beaming smile.
Xia Yiwan seriously considers the question: "If it's a girl, it would be prettier if she looked like Ye."
Si Mo shoots her a glance, "Can you please stop making foolish comments?"
Feng Lang: "..."
By the time they finish visiting Ye Qingchen and leave the hospital, it's already night.
Xia Yiwan is a bit tired, so Si Mo reclines the car seat for her to lay down.