Zhan Ningning was at a loss for words. She could only grit her teeth and look at ruan Mengmeng on stage.
Ignoring Zhan Ningning's attempts to stop her, ruan Mengmeng introduced the two little babies behind her to everyone present.
Then, she turned and looked at the little dot in Zhan Yang's arms, who was looking at her with an emotionless expression.
That was her little chongchong, her eldest son.
She had been the most reserved and indifferent among the triplets since she was young.
In the past few days, Zhan Yang had carried little chongchong everywhere to make friends with people, but this little fellow did not cry, throw a tantrum, or laugh.
Just as ruan Mengmeng remembered, he would always be the calmest and most composed of the triplets, the one who resembled li junyu the most.
