After putting down the bowl, Jiang Yan saw her with that pitiful expression again, and couldn't help but find it amusing. How come after having a child, she's become even more childish...
Still, he likes it. No matter what, he likes her a lot.
He didn't delay further, turned to the other side of the bed, picked up one of the babies, and lowered it for her to see. "This is the third one, the boy, Zi Ye."
Newborns aren't very good-looking, kind of like little old men, even with birth scum on their heads. But Wang Miaomiao still looked on with eyes of affection; indeed, a scabby-headed son is the best.
"This is the fourth one, our little princess, Zi Xuan. Isn't she cute…" Jiang Yan carefully held Jiang Zixuan, his voice gentle, showing his fondness.
Indeed, daughters are close to their parents' hearts.
Wang Miaomiao looked at the little one and couldn't help but feel the urge to protect her well.
"Mm, Xiao Xuanxuan, so cute…"
