September 13, morning.
Outside the VIP delivery room at La Moraleja Hospital, Yang Yang anxiously paced back and forth.
He had always been known for his composure and calm, but at that moment, he simply could not settle down.
An hour earlier, Su Ye had been taken into the delivery room. Yang Yang's mother and Su Ye's mother had both gone in with her, leaving Yang Yang and the others outside. Every one of them was waiting anxiously.
This was a painless delivery, so Su Ye should not have to suffer too much. But it was still a natural birth, and that alone was enough to make everyone worry.
Seeing Yang Yang sweating profusely as he paced back and forth only made everyone else even more anxious.
"Stop pacing and calm down. Nothing will happen." His father, Yang Yongqiang, could not help speaking up.
Yang Yang was initially a little unconvinced, but when he saw his father's bloodshot eyes, he could not bring himself to argue.
His father had not slept properly for several nights.
The same went for Su Wenhong and the others. They had all been tormented by the little boy who was about to enter the world.
On the night of the tenth, Yang Yang had been halfway through a match when he received the call and immediately rushed to the hospital, but it had turned out to be a false alarm. Still, for safety's sake, the doctor had advised Su Ye to stay in the hospital.
Naturally, there had been no problem with that, so she had stayed.
As a result, everyone had been left waiting miserably while the boy himself was in no hurry at all. There had been no movement on the eleventh or twelfth, leaving everyone utterly exhausted. It was not until this