"Xiaxia."
"Hmm?" Yang Chuxia was still looking at the children's eyes, trying to figure out what was different.
"I bet you can't tell who is who," Mu Shaoling said with a fan in hand, a barely concealed smile on his face, "I guess if these kids were naked, without anything on them, you definitely couldn't tell them apart."
Yang Chuxia felt embarrassed. Alright, she really couldn't tell, but she wouldn't admit it.
"Who says I can't tell? I'm their birth mother, not someone who picked them up. How could I not recognize them?"
The louder her voice, the more guilty she sounded.
"Why don't we give it a try?" Mu Shaoling asked, not only to Yang Chuxia but also turning towards Ye Zi'an.
"No way!"
Try what? She and Brother An had tried many times before, and they had never figured it out.
"If you don't try, it means you're self-conscious. Poor kids. Tsk tsk, even their birth parents can't recognize them."
"Fine, let's try then," Ye Zi'an said indifferently.
