The two little guys were hugging the tree branch, looking down at him.
Their eyes were clean and bright, round like grapes, their little faces tender and plump, just like freshly baked white buns.
Completely adorable and milky, tiny and very cute.
Long, dense eyelashes blinking gently, directly fluttering their way into Bo Yanchen's heart.
Bo Yanchen liked them from the bottom of his heart.
The three of them, one adult and two small, were gazing at each other, one up in the tree, one down below. Bo Yanchen quietly envied their late father for a few seconds, then softly whispered,
"Come down, be careful."
Little Second was a bit panicked, "What should we do, bro? He found us!"
Little Eldest remained calm, "It's okay, I actually have something to ask him, let's go down."
Under Bo Yanchen's gaze, the two little guys started descending.
