The Storm of the Full-Scale Internet War

By noon, everyone who had stayed at hotels the night before had returned to the hospital, and Tan Qing and Lu Xuemei, who had remained behind at the company, came over that evening as well.

Watching the newly born Little Princess fall asleep again, Lu Xuemei kept clicking the camera in her hands.

"Little Ainan is so well-behaved."

"She takes after Boss Lady."

After saying that, Tan Qing opened the bag she had brought. Inside was a set of baby-safe ink clay, which could be pressed with a baby's tiny hands and feet, then left to slowly take shape and harden, preserving her handprints and footprints. It was a popular activity at the moment.

Looking at Jiang Ainan's tiny handprints and footprints, Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu could not help exchanging a glance before pressing their own palms into the clay as well.

One on the left and one on the right, they stood on either side, as though guarding the tiny palm in the middle.

Once the shapes had hardened slightly, Jiang Qin could not resist using a toothpick to carve the four words "A Family of Three" beneath the handprints.

Those four words seemed to possess a special charm. The Little Rich Woman's eyes glistened, as though light were flickering within them.

"Big hand holding little hand, little hand holding even littler hand."

"Hm? What did you just say?"

Jiang Qin had just finished wiping his hands clean when he heard Feng Nanshu muttering and could not help asking.

The Little Rich Woman repeated herself, her expression serene and adorable.

She had an obsession with holding hands. It seemed to represent not being abandoned.

In her mind, her daughter was like another version of herself. This time, there would definitely be many people who would love her dearly.