With Yangyang's crisp cries ringing out, they startled Ye Zi'an and Yang Chuxia who were in an embrace. As Ye Zi'an turned his head, he saw two chubby little buns in the carriage, their large eyes sparkling with laughter.
One of the buns looked like Xiaxia, the other, at a glance, seemed like a mini version of himself. In an instant, Ye Zi'an's already soft heart melted completely. After more than half a year, his sons could speak now. He always knew they would, but hearing them for the first time was something special. Their voices were so pleasant to hear, and both sons were indeed exquisitely handsome.
In that short distance, Ye Zi'an's mind was flooded with so many thoughts.
Quickly taking a few steps forward, Madame Li was about to lift the curtain and get Yangyang down from the carriage.
But Ye Zi'an was already one step ahead, lifting the curtain himself and meeting Yangyang's black jade-like eyes.
"Yangyang, I am your daddy!" he said, opening his arms to his son.
