"Xingxing, this, this, what should I do..." Tang Ruoqing clutched the child, not daring to move, feeling everywhere was too soft: "Hurry, hurry, help!"
Su Nanxing took the child with a smile: "What's there to be afraid of, you scaredy-cat."
"I was terrified." Tang Ruoqing finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She sat down and patted her legs: "Now, put her down here."
Su Nanxing gently laid the child on her lap and showed her where to place her arms.
This time, Tang Ruoqing wasn't afraid: "This is good, I am always afraid of holding her while standing, afraid I might drop her, she's too soft, feels like I can't hold on to her properly."
The little one was getting prettier by the day, and at this moment, she was looking at Tang Ruoqing with her round, wide eyes.
"I am her godmother," Tang Ruoqing spoke to her: "Xixi, call me godmother."
Su Nanxing asked her: "You and Professor Ying have such good genes, why don't you get married and have one?"
