Ning Chenyang's legs were a bit quicker than Ning Chenguang's, and he was the first to throw himself into An Hao's arms. His two chubby little arms tightly wrapped around An Hao's neck, his face lighting up with a smile.
Ning Chenguang was much slower than his brother, but his verbal skills were far better than Ning Chenyang's.
He pouted his little lips, calling out pitifully, "Mama… hug… hug…"
That soft and tender voice, paired with his sparkling eyes like black grapes, was enough to melt An Hao's heart. "Come here! Mama will hug both of you!"
Both little ones dove into their mother's embrace, clinging to her tightly.
An Hao held the two little rascals as she stood up, planting a kiss on the one to her left and then another on the one to her right.
Seeing his wife struggling to hold both children, Qin Jian stepped forward and took one of them from her arms. "Mama must be tired. Let Papa carry one!"
