Feng nongtang smiled flatteringly. hehe, Yingluo is Yingluo. I know you won't leave him behind.
Liancheng Yazhi snatched the piece of paper from his hand. alright, you can take your son and get lost.
Feng nongtang chuckled. don't mind me. I still want my son to communicate with Your Highness. After all, they're childhood friends. They must communicate well from a young age.
Liancheng Yazhi pushed him and said,"stop teasing me."
The two of them chatted as they went upstairs. As soon as they walked out of the elevator, they heard the child's loud cries.
the two of them were stunned for a moment before they hurriedly walked forward.
When she pushed open the door, she saw two mothers, each carrying a child and coaxing them with a difficult expression.
"What's the matter? why are you crying so hard?" Feng nongtang asked.
rong yan and ye nuanyang sighed at the same time and looked at the child in their arms, speechless.
