"Auntie, Xiao Yue." Mo Xiaorui said happily as she pulled Tang Yue along, seemingly with endless things to talk about.
Luo Wen called out to his aunt and greeted Tang Yue, then rested on the side holding Luo Mingxuan.
Mo Xiaolin quietly took Luo Mingxuan from him. Being only a few months old, the baby was still oblivious to the world, giggling and babbling away, with his big, clear eyes constantly darting around.
When Tang Yue saw Luo Mingxuan, she couldn't help but praise him, "Xiao Rui, Mingxuan really has inherited all the good traits from his parents. In the future, who knows how many young girls' hearts he will charm."
"Xiao Yue, you say he might charm others, but no one is as incredible as Si Yu". Mo Xiaorui recalled how those girls used to sneakily inquire about Mo Siyu's news, and how she often received love letters asking her to pass them on to him.
