Even if it was just this photo, it was enough for Qin Yirou’s imagination to run wild.
Seeing this, even Qin Yirou’s old and spicy face turned red.
“Kite, you can’t fold the photo randomly.”
Seeing the little guy frowning and looking at the family photo on the photo, Si Yi and Yun Jian’s lips just happened to kiss each other as if they understood what this scene meant.
Qin Yirou was afraid that these children would mature too early, so she quickly walked over and tried to snatch the photo from the little girl’s hands.
“Po Po, Mummy Daddi! Mummy Daddi! Po Po! Yiya!”The little girl pouted. Her two small palms, which were the size of a finger of a mature adult, firmly held onto the photo, refusing to let go.
Po Po was the meaning of a mother-in-law whose pronunciation was not standard. She was calling Qin Yirou.
