When the Zhao family played with the twins to their heart's content, it was time for Lihua to feed them. They had already woken up from their peaceful sleep and were crying with hunger.
Though it was hard feeding both at once so until she would get used to it, Wei said he would play with one twin to divert their attention.
But it wasn't working.
Little Weiyun's teary eyes stared at his father with complaint and grievance, and his chubby cheeks tinged with slight redness from all the crying.
Wei pursed his lips and stared back at his son questioningly because he didn't know what else to do other than cradling him.
Lihua chuckled, seeing him helpless. The Mafia King as a father was a different sight to see. It melted her heart in another way.
Wei was getting increasingly distressed as Weiyun's cries grew.
Finally, the Cheng family stepped in along with Mrs. Zhang, making Lihua's face brightened. "Aunt Zhang!"
