"He's a beautiful child."
He Ying saw the delicately crafted infant and liked him a lot.
He reached out and lightly touched the infant's cheeks, which were so tender and soft that he dared not use any force.
When the infant's cheeks were touched, he didn't hide or fuss but looked at He Ying with big, curious eyes.
He even waved his chubby little hands about, clutching at things, as if he wanted to grab He Ying's hands.
He Ying, delighted, reached out his hand.
Unexpectedly, the infant really grabbed his hand firmly and did not let go.
His face lit up with joy, "Ah Yan, look, she really likes me."
Sang Kun, not waiting for Sang Yan to speak, chuckled and started to flatter, "The Emperor is a child of destiny with an extraordinary presence; even small children can feel it."
He Ying wasn't particularly fond of his flattery and said coolly, "It might be because I held her before. She is my little reunion."
