"Knock knock—"
Just as the three little ones were pestering Qiao Jing to listen to a song or hear a story, someone knocked on the door.
"I'll get it! I'll get it!"
Zhan Qiaomo volunteered, nimbly jumping down from the bed and running to the door with his short legs.
As it turned out, when the door opened, it wasn't Qiao Hong or Qiao Lin who came in, but Wu Xirui.
As soon as Wu Xirui entered the room, the gaze of the three little ones became instantly wary, as if they were on guard against a wolf.
Upon seeing the three little ones, Wu Xirui was also taken aback.
Why were Zhan Qipei's three sons here?
Could it be that there is some sort of subconscious connection or bond between blood relatives?
Is that why these three kids are clinging to Qiao Jing?
After a few seconds of hesitation, Wu Xirui asked with a slightly strange expression, "Why are these three little beans here with you?"
Being called little beans, the three little ones were not pleased.
