"Yes." Mu Lin nodded, "Her name is Jing Yue." Then he turned his gaze to the boy, "His name is Jing Nuo, he looks very much like you."
Perhaps others would think they look alike.
Mu Lin reached out and gently touched the child's little cheek, and Jing Nuo responded by blowing bubbles, amusing Mu Lin into laughter.
"So adorable." He had never imagined that he, too, could have children one day, and suddenly there were two of them.
"This one is cuter," Jing Chen suddenly said.
It seemed that in Grandpa's eyes, the preference had already been chosen.
Mu Lin: "Both are cute." They are her children, aren't they? To a mother, all her children are the same, each a piece of her own flesh.
Jing Chen nodded, but whether he truly thought so in his heart, only he knew.
Yet now, he knew he couldn't contradict Mu Lin's words, for fear that Mu Lin would get angry.
