Chapter 150 The Miserable Child 4

• "Baby, baby..." After shouting countless times, I seemed to see a very small figure in the light.
• He staggered toward me. Because he was too small, he couldn't walk steadily and stumbled.
• I was overjoyed and ran towards him. Holding the child in my arms, I looked at him carefully, who was so small. There was a red patch on his head. Maybe because he wanted to get out of my belly as soon as possible, he was squeezed red.