The new addition to the Han family
Four months later.
Zhiyuan was pacing left and right throughout the entire corridor of the hospital. Han Huizhong finally had to intervene and put a brake to his incessant walking around.
"Stop it, you brat!"
Zhiyuan stopped with an abrupt screech. "What?"
"Now, you don't even realize what you are doing! Stop walking like that and just sit tight!" He glared at him.
Zhiyuan's anxiety was getting rubbed onto Siying too, and he nervously flailed his legs while sitting on the bench.
Han Huizhong smacked him hard. "This is not the first time Xinyi is giving birth. Chill! She will be fine."
Zhiyuan cleared his throat. "I know, Grandpa. It's just-"
"It's just nothing! You have been doing that for over two hours now, and if you don't stop it, I will throw you out of this hospital!"
Han Tian shook his head. "Such a child you are, Zhiyuan. You are making everybody else anxious too."