Feng Tianyi knew that just like him, his mother wasn't fond of kids. In fact, he'd never seen his mother interact with children, much more indulge them with gifts like what she was doing for Baobao and Little Star.
"Mother…" He wanted to say something, but the devil was also lost for words, just like the empress sitting next to him on the couch.
"Ahh, they are so cute and tiny!" Song Huifen commented once she saw the photos of the little buns when they were still newborns. They were obviously smaller than any singleton newborn babies.
Her heart tightened at the sight of the first photo, which was the black and gray sonogram of two little buns. Tang Moyu's neat handwriting noting the date on the lower right side of the photo.
