At the sight of his daughter's angelic sleeping face, Long Yang's heart melted into a puddle.
Gently, he gathered her into his arms and carried her back to the side hall.
Long Yin was still awake and playing on the bed. When he saw Long Yang enter, he merely cast him a disinterested glance.
Long Yang arched an eyebrow. For some reason, his son did not seem very fond of him.
His son rarely smiled, but from what he heard, he had smiled at Weiwei when he saw her, much to everyone's surprise.
Apparently, Weiwei's place in his son's heart was much higher than his.
After passing Yaoyao to Nanny Chen, he walked over to Long Yin, bent down, and kissed him on the cheek.
The little tot furrowed his brow in distaste.
Unable to hold back a laugh, Long Yang reached out and squeezed his squishy cheek.
Long Yin kicked his legs in protest.
"Do you want me to carry you?" Long Yang teased him.
