Looking at the child in his arms, Shen Mosheng pondered for a moment before suddenly handing the child to his mother and turning to softly comfort Han Yingying.
"When she's a bit older, we'll send her off to training and teach her not to look so ugly and irritate you."
Never expecting Shen Mosheng to react this way, Han Yingying couldn't help but burst out laughing.
The newborn, criticized just after birth, had no idea what was going on.
"Your two children, our Weilan is so beautiful, where is she ugly?" Shen's mother couldn't help but stare at them, amused and exasperated.
It's really childlike, who criticizes their own child for being ugly?
"Other people's children are all fair and delicate, bright and chirpy, how come she is all red and wrinkly?" Han Yingying had no idea where Shen's mother saw the beauty in that child.
