"Indeed, ever since they left Ms. Yang, the young masters have been listless. If it hadn't been for the lady and the eldest young miss repeatedly telling them that they'd soon return and meet Ms. Yang, the young masters might have been languishing all this time," Sister Ke said as she walked with the crying Anan to Yang Mengchen's side.
Yang Mengchen hurriedly took the two children, and looking at their visibly thinner selves, her eyes filled with affection and self-reproach.
Feeling the familiar scent, Pingping and Anan immediately stopped crying and turned to low sobs, their eyes fixed on Yang Mengchen with an accusatory displeasure.
