Jian Qing's eyes lifted slightly, Bai Jue really was...
The two of them walked into the living room, and as soon as the two little treasures saw them return, their small arms and legs scrambled toward them.
Quan Jingwu scooped one into each arm, and both little treasures attacked his face with wet kisses from either side.
"Mwah—"
The loud sound made everyone erupt with laughter.
"It seems Seventeen and Nineteen only love Daddy; they don't love Mommy anymore," Jian Qing said deliberately, watching the affectionate scene between father and sons.
Nineteen, the clever one, reacted the quickest, immediately reaching out his small hands for Jian Qing to hold him. In his excitement, the drool hanging from the corner of his mouth streamed down.
"Yayaya..."
Jian Qing listened to his babbling and chuckled softly, reaching out to hold him. Nineteen pouted his small lips, about to press them against Jian Qing's lips.
