"I'm amazed at how this little guy is already showing signs of surpassing his parents," Yang Ruxin cast a sidelong glance at her husband.
"Absolutely," Gu Qingheng looked at his son, "If he's not better than his dad, why would I want a useless son?"
Yang Ruxin's mouth twitched.
Hei Dou seemed to sense something, turned his head, and called out to Gu Qingheng twice, waving his little fist as if in protest.
Gu Qingheng waved his fist back at him.
But Hei Dou turned his head away, ignoring him.
Gu Qingheng's face darkened. This little rascal, how did he become so clever?
Yang Ruxin couldn't help but laugh quietly.
The three-month-old babies were still soft, but these three little ones could already hold their heads up and look around, as if knowing it was their special day, appearing especially lively. They smiled at everyone who looked their way.
