Lian Xinying nodded politely.
Cheng Zhi smiled and spoke up at this moment, "Yingying, I really like Xiaocheng and Miaomiao, they're just like angels."
Cheng Zhi was praising the children, but Xiaocheng didn't like being called an angel.
"I'm not an angel! My sister's not an angel either, don't say that!" Xiaocheng instinctively resisted women other than his mother, "My sister and I are like our mom! My mom doesn't have wings, and neither do my sister and I! How can we be angels? Are angels as good-looking as my sister and I?"
...
Such extreme narcissism, who does he take after?
"Auntie is complimenting you, don't get angry." Lian Xinying held the grumbling little guy, glanced at the time, "Do you want to take a nap? Look, your sister's already asleep."
The reason Lian Xinying wanted Xiaocheng to take a nap was so she could leave once the children fell asleep.
Otherwise, if the children were awake, there would have to be goodbyes.
Lian Xinying didn't know how to say goodbye.
