"I got it, big brother." Song Yuanhuan might have roughly explained the situation to Song Yuanming, so at this moment, Song Yuanming looked quite responsible. He lifted his hand to wipe his face, and his whole appearance seemed much more alert instantly.
"Take good care of your sister-in-law and nephews, got it?" Song Yuanhuan frowned with unease, especially because the house was full of children and women, and he couldn't let go of his worries.
"Mhm." Song Yuanming nodded, shouldering the burden. "Brother, you be careful too."
"Sure." Song Yuanhuan laid the sleeping Song Chengguang, who resembled a little piglet, into bed next to the boy and girl twins. He meticulously tucked the blanket around him before his tall and upright figure resolutely exited the bedroom door.
