Mo Shu reached out to punch him lightly and said, "You really are his father, you make me so angry!"
Yu Siqiao chuckled softly, "You're also his mother, don't be angry. I'll discipline these two little rascals."
Mo Shu handed the children to Yu Siqiao and stormed off angrily.
Yu Siqiao placed the two little ones on their small bed; both of them had their mouths open, making "ah ah ah" sounds at their father, their big, round eyes rolling around, looking both lively and smart.
"Yiya!"
Little Tangguan reached out to Yu Siqiao, grinning happily. If it weren't for the tear stains on his face and his red little nose and eyes, who would think he had just finished crying?
Yu Siqiao had no solution for his own son. He extended his hand as Little Tangguan did, who immediately grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth.
Yu Siqiao suddenly remembered Mo Shu's words: Dirty hands, the baby's immunity is weak, you shouldn't...
Shouldn't what?
