Murong Mian stayed by Ji Mianmian's side. It was only then that she remembered her two daughters and quickly went to see them.
The two little girls were asleep. They were red and a little wrinkled, so they didn't look like the two of them at all. Murong Mian couldn't help but wonder if they were really their biological children.
Up until now, Murong Mian was not very surprised to see the child. His mind was still on Ji Mianmian, who had been pregnant for a long time. She was swollen, cramping, and had difficulty moving.
Deep down, Murong Mian blamed the child. To him, no matter how important the child was, it couldn't compare to his wife.
He could not help but voice out his regret, only to receive a look of disdain from the older woman.""You look exactly the same as Mianmian when she was born. You're red and wrinkly like a little monkey. You're a father now, so don't say such things, okay?"
