Saying this, Yu Tianyou hurried out with Liu Ruohua.
Soon after, the sound of disordered footsteps rose, and Yu Tianyou and Liu Ruohua entered, each holding a child, followed by two middle-aged women who appeared to be nannies.
"Miss An, these two are my son, Yu Zifang, and my daughter, Yu Aiyuan." Yu Tianyou turned to the children and said softly, "Xiao Fang, Xiao Yuan, this is your Sister An."
No sooner had Yu Tianyou finished the introductions than Yu Zifang, and Yu Aiyuan, the little buns, obediently greeted her: "Hello, Sister An!"
The soft, glutinous voices of the little buns simply melted An Yiqing's heart. She squatted down and looked clearly into the eyes of the two similar-looking kids. Yu Zifang resembled his father with thick eyebrows and large eyes and a bright smile showing his white teeth. Yu Aiyuan looked somewhat more delicate and shared a similar temperament with her mother, Liu Ruohua.
