Heng Yi was so excited and happy that he fainted.
He helped himself to a chair and quickly came back to his senses.
In the delivery room, the birthing process went smoothly and the female doctor didn't need to help to force the child out. Han Qiao had successfully given birth to her first son.
It was a fair and tender little fellow.
"It's true. I've delivered so many children, but I've never given birth to such a fair child."
Although his face was still wrinkled, his appearance was true and handsome.
When she was done, the midwife went forward and whispered, "Madam, be careful. I'll carry you to the bed."
"Sorry for the trouble."
The midwife was very strong.
She immediately carried Han Qiao up.
She lay Han Qiao on the soft bed and placed the child beside her.
With just one glance, Han Qiao's heart melted.