Qin Jian was finally satisfied. He gently picked up the two little chubby kids from An Hao's arms and lovingly kissed them, "You little rascals, each one chubbier than the other. Your mom must have been exhausted carrying you both."
Ning Chenyang glared at his dad but said nothing.
Ning Chenguang pouted and uttered an incredibly simple sentence, "Daddy is bad!"
"You little rascal! But you've grown up and can speak now. Who taught you this!" Qin Jian glared at his two sons, pretending to be stern.
"Daddy is bad!" This time, the little guys Ning Chenyang and Ning Chenguang said in unison.
An Hao almost bent over laughing, "Yangyang, Guangguang, give daddy a kiss. Daddy works very hard."
Qin Jian heard this and offered his cheek.
The two kids stretched out their chubby little hands, hugged Qin Jian's cheeks, and gave him a smack, melting his heart.
"Sweethearts! How are we going to get home!"
Qin Jian held the two children in front, striding forward.
