The news of the Chief Minister's family having dragon-phoenix twins quickly spread throughout the Capital City. The people were saying that the rosy clouds on that day were an auspicious omen of the two little dragon-phoenix twins. They were destined to grow up to be elegant young gentlemen and graceful young ladies.
—Certainly not little troublemakers!
Gu Jiao didn't have much milk, and whether it was due to genetics or some other reason, the two little ones refused to drink the nanny's milk. So, the little first-aid kit had to take on the role of a wet nurse—not only producing baby bottles but also the formula used in a neonatal care unit.
After the two little guys finished drinking, they fell asleep sweetly beside Gu Jiao.
Xiao Hen brought a bowl of non-hot soup into the room just as Gu Jiao was staring wide-eyed at the two little ones.
With a look of disbelief on her face, it seemed to say, "Did I really give birth to them?"
