Ye Zi'an laughed heartily, "Go write obediently, you little rascal."
"Is Yueyue awake yet?" Once Yangyang left, Ye Zi'an went straight to check on the little girl in the cradle.
Perhaps it was perfect timing, for just as he arrived, both children opened their eyes.
"Yueyue, are you awake? I'm your daddy. Are you hungry?" he said while picking her up, "My lady, should we feed her?"
"Yes, we should. This little girl is always hungry when she opens her eyes. Look, she's pouting her lips as if she's about to cry."
"Then my lady should feed her quickly. We can't have my precious daughter going hungry."
Busy, Ye Zi'an handed the child over to Yang Chuxia, then went to grab a bib and a diaper.
Meanwhile, the other child who had also woken up, was lying quietly in his crib, gazing at the beams, completely unnoticed. If he were aware, he would surely wonder why he had been so thoroughly forgotten.
