Ye Shengge couldn't help but put her hand on the transparent wall. She blinked hard and squeezed out her tears, trying to see more clearly.
Sister Xiu couldn't help tearing up.
"They have a tag on them," Ye Shengge choked. "What's that?"
She vaguely recognized the words, but she couldn't read them clearly.
"It's their names." Grandpa Ji's voice sounded behind her with a smile. "Ji Jinchen, Ji Jinqing. As their mother, I wonder if you like those names."
"Ji Jinchen, Ji Jinqing…" Ye Shengge mumbled. "I do. Of course I do. Thank you, grandpa."
Sister Xiu nodded and said, "Young Master will definitely like it too!"
"Not necessarily. He'll definitely be picky." Grandpa Ji walked to Ye Shengge's side and looked at the two babies in the swaddling clothes. He sounded sad. "Even if he's satisfied, he'll still pick on us. This kid has always been like this."
The sadness in Grandpa Ji's voice made Ye Shengge's heart skip a beat.
