The child raised an innocent and adorable little face, his big eyes sparkling brightly, both well-behaved and pure. Instantly, he filled Qin Chunmeng's heart with delight; this was truly a child who was easy to love.
Speaking of which, these little brothers seem to be naturally compatible? Every time Little Star cries, no one can calm him down except his brother, Little Wuwang, who can quiet the little crying baby whose cries pierce the ears like The Devil's Voice.
Qin Chun couldn't help but chuckle, bending over and handing Little Star to Little Wuwang.
Wuwang held him skillfully, letting his brother lie in the crook of his arm, gently patting him in the manner of an adult.
"Be good, be good, Xing Xing, don't cry."
The child seemed like a little adult, and finally, with a face full of distress, he told Qin Chun: "My brother is hungry." It was hunger that made him cry.
