"Ah, ah, ah, our three little beauties, come let mommy hold you." An Jing stood by the cradle, full of smiles, and embraced each of her three two-month-old babies one by one.
The three babies were truly very good-looking, and each had their own distinctive features, not resembling each other at all.
Xiao Changyi sat by the cradle watching, gently rocking it. His three sons loved staying in the cradle, and whenever it rocked, they would happily grin and smile at them.
"Husband, do you think it's because I kept wishing for a daughter every day before, that heaven let our three babies be so beautiful?" After holding the three babies, An Jing sat on the stool next to Xiao Changyi, gently rocking the cradle together with him.
Xiao Changyi replied, "Because their mother is you."
