In Xie limo's heart, although the two children were only a month old, they were still very intelligent.
Sometimes, when you spoke to them, you would feel that the two children seemed to be able to understand you, especially the son Ling Ye. In Xie limo's eyes, he was indeed talented.
He had high hopes for his son. The boy had many responsibilities on his shoulders, and he hoped that his son could be very outstanding.
Xie limo didn't have any expectations for his daughter. He only hoped that his daughter would be happy, carefree, and free of any worries.
Just as Xie limo was about to place his daughter on the bed, nianzhen's little hands started moving around. She babbled and squeaked as she moved with all her might, as if she wouldn't let go and wanted to follow Xie limo.
Xie limo could only helplessly hug his daughter, nianzhen, with his left arm.
Although her son preferred silence and didn't move much, he still looked at Xie limo with wide eyes.
