"Second brother, what's with that disdainful expression?" Xing Ling asked quietly.
Before Xing Yanjie could answer, the quadruplets ran over from a distance—
"Mommy!"
"Mommy!"
"Mommy!"
"Mommy!"
Xing Ling hugged them, touching each little head and asked, "When did you get back?"
"We just got home, and Mommy came back too, what a coincidence!" Junjun finished speaking and turned his head to look at the man behind them, "Eh, who is he?"
Xing Yanjie's brow furrowed slightly as he looked at the four children.
The boys were like carbon copies, miniature versions of Ye Sihan, whereas the girl's face resembled Xing Ling's.
All of them looked at him curiously.
"Kids, don't call her recklessly, she's not your mother," Xing Yanjie said.
The quadruplets' expressions changed instantly, just about to react when a black Rolls-Royce drove into the Ye Mansion.
Carrying a sense of oppression.
It stopped not far from the helicopter.
The car door opened, and Ye Sihan got out.
