"Come, let me hold you!" Yang Zhenshan stretched out his hands to embrace the child, who had just been crying fiercely but is now sleeping so peacefully.
"Dad, little brother really looks like Mother!" Yang Yunxue came over, looked at the baby swaddled in his crib, and said.
"Indeed! This lad will certainly be handsome when he grows up!" Yang Zhenshan said with a beaming smile.
The child's eyebrows and eyes bore a striking resemblance to Qingyi, while his nose resembled Yang Zhenshan's, both tall and prominent.
I am a father!
Yang Zhenshan kept repeating this phrase in his mind.
This is his child, his own flesh and blood!
Even though he has always played the role of a father since arriving in this world, the feeling of being a biological father is still different.
Looking at this little one, Yang Zhenshan's heart felt as if it was filled to the brim with something.
