Crazy Flowers in the Criticism Court

"Wow... Wow... Wow..." The clear cries of babies sounded loudly amidst the fireworks of national celebration. The beautiful man lying next to the baby coughed three times and couldn't help but laugh: "Cough... Cough... Cough... The little thick voice is really good, even crying is like singing! Haha..." At this moment, another romantic "family member" sitting beside the bed smiled proudly: "Because he is my son! This musical cell is born! Johnson's! Haha..." The beautiful man lying on the bed touched his belly with a warm look in his eyes and smiled charmingly: "Stubble... Hurry up and see how many reporters are coming outside? Haha... If there are enough people! We will start a big birthday party. Haha... This is our little money-spinner! The son of the pop music genius "Ye Shengqian" and my second emperor Hua Qianjin is born! There must be a lot of media waiting to take photos of him! I will auction my son's portrait rights soon..."