Pei Yibai couldn't help but laugh as he listened. "My son is this clever? He's so little, yet already loves cleanliness?"
As he said this, he bent down to his younger son's face and kissed Pei Jinxing's cheek.
The little guy smelled strongly of milk and had two pitiful tears on his face, which, honestly, were heartbreakingly adorable.
Song Weiyi gave him a sidelong glance, not amused, "Don't just kiss him haphazardly. Did Xiaobao wet his diaper too?"
If their peeing times were in sync, then the two brothers really had a remarkable connection.
As Song Weiyi spoke, Pei Yibai naturally wanted to check.
Although the younger son's voice wasn't as loud as the older son's, Pei Yibai was afraid he might hurt his vocal cords with his crying.
He sat down on the chair, but as he lacked experience, he hadn't managed to pull down Pei Jinxing's pants before Song Weiyi stopped him.
