In the Xiao Household of the Jia Ma Empire within the Northwest Continent.
Xiao Zhan held the third child his wife had just given birth to, a peculiar expression on his face.
Beside him, the slightly older Xiao Ding and the younger Xiao Li were standing on tiptoe, wanting to catch a glimpse of the younger brother in their father's arms.
"Sigh, why is it a son again? Where is my daughter? Where is my Xiao Yan? Why is it Xiao Yan?"
Xiao Zhan muttered as he looked at the son in his arms who had a pair of big, dark, glistening eyes wide open.
Hm?
Wasn't this child just born?
Why could he open such big eyes and look right at him?
Was this right?
For a moment, Xiao Zhan was a little bewildered.
First, the daughter he had been yearning and hoping for had turned into a son, and then this son looked a bit—he did not quite know how to describe it.
Xiao Zhan's mood at that moment was very complicated.
Yet overall, joy still outweighed everything else.
After all, he had gained another son!
Thinking of this, Xiao Zhan also decided to stop fussing over whether it was Xiao Yan or Xiao Yan.
It was his own child after all, and that was enough!
As for Xiao Yan, within his field of vision, looking at this very unfamiliar father before him, he himself had no idea what kind of attitude he should use to face the other party.
A soul reincarnation carrying memories made it very difficult for the present Xiao Yan to identify with these so-called family members of his.
On the other side, Xiao Lin, far away in the Myriad Formation Spirit Palace of the Central Plains, did not yet know that Xiao Yan