"You're all grown up and still bickering! Take your wives back to rest!" Yan Zi glared at her two sons with mock irritation.
Mi Chenxuan and Mi Chenshuo quickly supported their wives and headed back.
Watching their cautious demeanor, Yi Luowa joked, "Third Brother and Eighth Brother are instantly in character. Not bad!"
"They've learned from Rui'er and Nuo'er," Yan Zi chuckled. "Let's head back too. My heart is pounding—I don't even know what to feel right now. I've been looking forward to their kids being born, but didn't expect their pregnancies to happen at the exact same time!"
Ni Lu laughed and said, "Who cares when it happened? The fact that it happened is good enough. When they give birth, Sangyu and Ziyan will be older by then. I'll help you take care of one of them."
"Sounds good to me!"
