After about a quarter of an hour, the old woman came out of the delivery room carrying a swaddled bundle.
Yang Zhengshan held it with the utmost care.
The Little Guy was very lively; her pair of pitch-black eyes was actually sizing Yang Zhengshan up.
"This girl actually isn't crying!"
Yang Zhengshan found it rather novel.
Before, whenever he held small children, they would always cry.
They cried the moment he picked them up, making him so nervous he hardly dared to hold them.
He had already prepared himself for this girl to start crying, but unexpectedly, not only did the girl not cry, she even opened a pair of big eyes and looked at him.
"Dad, this girl is close to you!" Yang Mingcheng said.
Yang Zhengshan laughed, hehe, carefully teasing the Little Guy.
But the Little Guy did not play with him at all. She merely stared at him for a while, then began looking at the people around her, her head and eyes turning together, as if everything filled her with curiosity.
The Little Guy's lively spirit soon passed, and she fell soundly asleep in Yang Zhengshan's arms.
Yang Zhengshan looked at this wrinkled little girl, and his heart filled with softness.
He had held all the children of the Yang Family, but the one who made him feel closest was instead this Little Guy.
Perhaps it was because this Little Guy was not afraid of him, or perhaps it was fate. In any case, Yang Zhengshan simply felt close to this Little Guy.
"Shall Grandfather give you a name?" Yang Zhengshan said gently.
His gentle tone made everyone in the room freeze for a moment.
In their eyes, Yang Zhengshan had always been the image of a stern father. Even when he sometimes smiled, hehe, they