There was a stranger in the house, and of course, the babies noticed.
None of them were shy. They toddled over to Du Qian.
"Hello, Auntie. I'm Baby Four."
Du Qian did a quick calculation. Zhang Yuxi's children should be about a year old. She had seen quite a few one-year-olds before. At most, they could walk steadily and babble a few words. None of them were like these children. Whether it was their height, size, or language skills, they far surpassed typical one-year-olds.
Du Qian introduced herself. "Hello, I'm Du Qian. You can call me Auntie Du."
Baby Four said, "Oh," and stared at Du Qian expectantly.
Baby Two asked, "Why are you at our house?"
"I'm friends with your mommy!"
"Friends? Oh. Then did you bring us presents?"
From across the room, An Lan could tell from Du Qian's face that she hadn't brought so much as a shadow of a gift. At the same time, she had to laugh at how direct Baby Two was. That straightforward girl never disappoints.
