Once Congcong was in Fu Yurou's arms, he likely caught the scent of his mother. Although his little nose was red from crying, it twitched a few times, and he slowly quieted down.
"There, there, Congcong. Be a good boy."
Du Yurong spoke up indignantly at this moment, "What’s the big deal? Once my second sister-in-law gives birth, I’ll naturally have a nephew of my own to hold."
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