"Huff ~ Huff ~" The little fellow was still sleeping soundly. The subtle snores that came from her every breath were inexplicably ear-piercing to Tian Qisheng, who was trying hard to accept the inheritance.
However, Saint Tianqi could see that in the past twenty days, this little one seemed to have gained a lot of weight. Her originally relatively even arms were now like little lotus arms, still suffused with a faint glow, and very pink.
If Ye Qianli was here, she would be happy to find that her son's bald head was finally showing some signs of darkening. His hair had grown a little longer, and the color was a little darker.
"Hu ~" Lil Yi 'er, who was completely unaware of it, continued to sleep. The faint halo that enveloped his body did not show any signs of dissipating, unlike the halo on Saint Tianqi's side that was gradually dissipating.
