C2834 Little Theater: Little Son Han Xiao

"Ahhhhhh..."

Suddenly, a loud baby's cry sounded from Han Shaolin's villa. It was heartbreaking.

"It seems that he has woken up."

Han Shaolin, who was hanging a small lantern, said to Hsu Moyu. He was not panicked at all.

After all, his youngest son would cry when he woke up and would cry as if he had been abandoned.

"I'll go take a look