"Hualing is right."
Lin Qingluo laughed without a care, "It's better for the baby not to meet the relatives first. It will be a pleasant surprise when they ascend, and it won't have the same effect if they know in advance."
"Yes, Master is absolutely right."
Hualing was satisfied, holding Little Ximo and laughing with extreme happiness.
*
"Mu Fan."
Lin Qingluo's ears turned red, and after thinking for a long time, she finally asked, "Ximo doesn't look like you, will you mind?"
Mu Fan's steps faltered as he held Little Xiyan, his heart trembling violently.
"No."
His cheeks visibly reddened, and after a long pause, he managed to say, "I like it even better that both babies look like their sister."
"Hehe."
The flower spirits watched his helpless embarrassment, covering their mouths with handkerchiefs and laughing.
"As long as you don't mind."
