"Wah—"
Just when Yan Xinxin was about to surrender to Mo Chuxi's gentleness, she suddenly heard a loud cry.
"The baby's crying!"
She said nervously, immediately turning around.
"Yuan."
Mo Chuxi wanted to call her back, but his arms were already empty.
Thinking about those two little ones who were now more cherished than him, Mo Chuxi helplessly knitted his brows.
He stepped out of the bathroom and saw Yan Xinxin sitting on the bed holding a little milk bundle, starting to breastfeed.
Meanwhile, the other little milk bundle was kicking its feet in the cradle, its tender little face brimming with an unconscious, innocent smile that melted Mo Chuxi's heart.
The kids' pure eyes were as clear as glass, and even if he had a lot of worries or displeasures within, they vanished instantly.
Before reuniting with Yan Xinxin, he was only focused on his career.
And now, he just wanted to spend his days sweetly and lovingly with her, raising the four little ones to adulthood.
