"Come, bring the baby over for the young master to see."
"Is that appropriate?"
Su Mo felt somewhat nervous at the moment.
"You're our big benefactor, just holding the baby, nothing inappropriate about it."
Chu Laoer took the child from his wife's hands and brought him over to Su Mo.
Su Mo clawed at the air with both hands, unsure of how to hold the baby.
Hesitated for a while, couldn't bring himself to act, fearing too light would drop the baby, too heavy would hurt the child.
Stuck in a dilemma.
Seeing his awkwardness, the crowd couldn't help but find it amusing.
Wei Ziyi even directly mocked:
"The formidable Evil Su, actually afraid of a little baby."
"..."
Su Mo glared at her:
"Then you try it."
Wei Ziyi snorted:
"I'll give it a try."
She stepped forward to hold the baby, but as soon as she approached, the child glanced at her and immediately burst into tears.
Wei Ziyi froze as if someone had struck her acupuncture point, unable to move.
