Mei Ji's heart skipped a beat.
Oh no, she was going to expose herself.
There was the children and her true appearance. Would Cheng Sang be agitated to the point of relapse?
Cheng Sang stared straight at the three sleepy children, his eyes gradually becoming excited.
Mei Ji held her forehead.
It was over, it was really over…
Cheng Sang tilted his head. "Weiwei didn't come back for the entire night. Did she go to give birth?"
"Pfft—"
The three brothers in the courtyard had just taken a sip of tea when they turned around and spat it out.
The assassin was speechless.
Mei Ji watched in a daze as Cheng Sang walked towards the bed excitedly.
Although she was in a good mood, her footsteps were light, afraid that she would wake up the sleeping Su Xiaoxiao.
She first touched Su Xiaoxiao's face and said softly, "Weiwei, you've worked hard."
Then, she carried the three children down one by one. "Mine, mine, mine!"
