Zhan Qiaomo hugged Qiao Jing tightly, crying like a little pitiful one, "Mommy, mommy, wuuu wuuu..."
Zhan Qiaoze also had teary eyes, his little shoulders shaking from sobbing, his tender voice somewhat choked, "Mommy! You really are our mommy, we didn't get it wrong!"
Zhan Qiaoyu wiped the tears from his face, blinking his pair of red, crying eyes, looking up at Qiao Jing, "Turns out Grandpa Zeng was right about the mother-child connection, there really is telepathy between mommy and us, that's why from the start, we felt you were our mommy!"
The three little ones were both crying and laughing, shouting nonstop, "Mommy, mommy—"
Looking at their tear-stained little faces and hearing them cry out for mommy, Qiao Jing felt her whole heart soften.
She reached out, gently helping the three little ones wipe their tears.
At this moment, Xu Hongzu and Han Zhiyu also walked over.
