All three were placed on the sofa. Hmm... looks quite spectacular.
Qin Miaomiao gave Little Seventh a thumbs up: "Little Seventh, your speed is getting faster and faster. You must get a raise—and a drumstick!"
Little Seventh shyly smiled: "No need, this is what I should do."
Lu Qing sat down beside her with a frustrated expression, his voice heavy:
"Miao Miao, I might not be a good father."
"Why are you in such a rush? The kids are still small. When they start crawling, you can just play with them. Besides, my dear husband, aren't you responsible for earning money to support the family?"
She walked over to him and patted his shoulder. After all this time, this was the first time she saw him so flustered—it was quite amusing.
Lu Qing looked utterly exasperated: "I just want to stay home with you all—a warm home, a loving wife, and kids."
