"What? A child actually hatched from that egg!" Tang Wulin had never expected the story to take such a turn.
Gulp, gulp.
Jiang Mingyuan drained the last of the soy milk in his bowl in one go and wiped the liquid from the corner of his mouth.
"Anyway, I'm planning to raise this child. I did spend money buying her and hatch her myself, after all."
Tang Wulin nodded.
"Brother Yuan, what should we feed her? At her age, shouldn't she still be drinking milk?" As he spoke, Tang Wulin couldn't help letting his gaze drift downward. It was too flat there; the baby would go hungry. Besides, Brother Yuan probably couldn't produce milk anyway.
"No need to worry about that. I saw that she has teeth. Some porridge or fruit juice should do."
Just then, a soft, sweet voice suddenly came from the stairs.
"Mommy! Up!"
All three turned to look and discovered that the little one was standing there, clutching the stair railing.
That gave Jiang Mingyuan quite a fright. He hurried to his feet, rushed up the stairs, and scooped the child straight into his arms.
"How did you get out?" Jiang Mingyuan looked quite anxious. If she lost her footing and tumbled down the stairs, a child this small would probably lose half her life.
Yet the little one showed no remorse at all and instead began to giggle. She reached out and grabbed Jiang Mingyuan's hair.
"Mommy!"
At a loss for what to do with her, Jiang Mingyuan sat back down on the sofa. Tang Wulin was startled at his first sight of the child. She didn't look like a newborn at all-she was clearly already a year old.
The little one was wearing Jiang Mingyuan's childhood clothes. Seeing the two together, Tang Wulin thought