Early the next morning, Ye Qingci and Jian Shichu took Xiao Ahling and Tuantuan for a morning run.
The two little ones naturally couldn't go, so they sat on the long wool rug in the living room playing with toys.
The three of them and a dog came back from the morning run, and the two little ones saw Ye Qingci and excitedly called out, "Ma... ma..."
Ye Qingci squatted down in front of the two little ones and gently touched their chubby little faces, "You play on your own, mommy will take a shower first, and after that, I'll come to hold you, okay?"
The two little ones stared at Ye Qingci with their big, bright eyes, ignoring Seventh Master Jian as if he was invisible, and simply reached their chubby little arms toward Ye Qingci, "Ma... ma... ow!"
Ye Qingci couldn't help but laugh, "Ma... ma... ow?"
"It's daddy who'll hold you, silly!" Seventh Master Jian looked at his silly son with disdain.
