However, the four children did not seem to be in high spirits. They held their chins and looked depressed. Anyone who looked at them could guess that they were not happy.
At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from behind the four children, Miao Yin's anxious voice sounded, "Young Masters, Young Miss, are you waiting here again? Yesterday, the nanny told us that the weather was too cold, so we didn't allow you to go out so that you wouldn't catch a cold. Why didn't you listen?"
"Sister Miao Yin, we want to wait for our mother to come back." Lingbao turned her head away and her chubby little face turned red from the cold. She continued to say dejectedly, "But we haven't been able to wait for mother. When will mother come back?"
"And my father, will they come back tonight?" Rong Han asked Miao Yin with anticipation in her eyes.
Miao Yin looked at the pitiful looks of the four cubs and felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife.
