Xia Fan

Ten months of gestation, one day of birth.

It was not long afterwards that Xia Fei's third child with Avril was born.

It was a boy, with rosy red cheeks and fair skin. His eyes were large and his gaze was filled with vigor, looking very much like Xia Fei and his pretty wife Avril.

Except this child did not cry when he was born. Instead, he looked at the faces of his parents and giggled, his tiny hands waving constantly, almost like he was trying to clap.

"Strange. Why isn't he crying?" Xia Fei restlessly stroked his chin, perplexed.

Babies would always cry. Whether it was his oldest, Xia Xiaofei, or his second daughter, Xia Xiaowei, both were crying when they were born.