The Divine Weapon System laughed, laughing at him because it was the first time for a young lady to get into a sedan chair and the first time for him to hug a girl.

Xi Rongjun's arms were stiff, he dared not loosen or tighten them, he could only make a circle, maintaining just enough strength to hold the little girl.

"Shut up. She's not even a year old. Not really a girl!"

The Divine Weapon System laughed even more happily.

He was completely unaware that the pitiful little system in Qin Anan's body was trembling and trying its best to hide itself.

"Not really a girl." Qin Anan had no idea what Xi Rongjun thought of her. She just felt that admiring the little boy's face from a close distance was more pleasing to the eye.

[Wuhu, this little boy is so tender and has beautiful skin! His eyes are so big and bright! Raising a son who grows up to be like Xi Rongjun must be a blessing, right?]

Suddenly I remembered the scene in the TV series where the heroine was sweating profusely and narrowly escaped death while giving birth.

[Uh...giving birth is too painful. I can't bear even a little bit of the pain of giving birth.]

She decided not to have the baby herself.

[When the little boy has a son with someone else, I'll just steal him and raise him! Hehe, I'm so smart!]

Feng Jingrou listened to her little daughter's thoughts and felt very upset.

An An, we are here to catch the human traffickers!

How could you dream of becoming a human trafficker?!

Feng Jingrou decided to send Qin Anan to school as soon as she reached school age. She must educate her under the red flag of the motherland to become a good socialist child with correct values ​​and a good family background!

Everyone waited at home for a while, and Xi Lang and Qin Ting came back carrying He Sini, and He Dong, who was escorted by the police, also came back with them.