The next day, when Rong Zhan woke up, it was almost nine in the morning.
Last night, the two little guys were restless and woke up in the middle of the night to mess around a few times. He was the one who dealt with them, and he didn't know when the day was quiet, so it could be considered a nap.
Sang Xia finished making toasts, egg rolls, and milk. The little triplets also got up and followed behind their mommy with a pacifier in their mouths. Seeing that it was almost time, sang Xia asked the little mythological baby to wake Rong Zhan up.
Rong Zhan had already woken up, but he did not get up because the little tyrant flower was sleeping soundly while hugging his arm. Its eyes were closed, and its mouth was slightly open, drooling and glistening.
