The words "the child is crying" made Song Weiyi's sleepiness vanish instantly, and she opened her eyes at once.
Listening quietly to the noises outside, it was indeed true. Both little fellows were wailing loudly.
"Why did you only mention it now?" Song Weiyi murmured a sentence and immediately stood up and ran out.
Auntie Wang, following Pei Yibai's instructions, had carried both young masters to their room and still hadn't left.
"Madam, you're awake?"
"Yes, are the babies hungry?" Song Weiyi walked over and saw the two sons lying side by side on the bed, covered with little blankets over their tummies.
But in reality, the two pretenders stopped their howling as soon as Song Weiyi appeared.
Their clear, lustrous eyes stared at their mama, grinning from ear to ear.
"Oh, you cunning little things, you've learned to fake cry to fool me?" Song Weiyi was both amused and exasperated by her sons.
Now, her sleepiness was indeed completely gone.
