Little Chengcheng was wearing a tiger hat and was quietly held in Li Menting's arms. His small face was fair and tender, and his big black eyes were bright and bright. He pursed his pink lips and didn't say anything. He looked extremely cute.
Little Yueyue kept tossing and turning in Old Master Jing's arms. Her two chubby little hands kept trying to grab the hat on her head. After Su Ruowan took her hands off and held them in place, she kept turning her head and shaking her head. She finally managed to shake the hat askew with her own strength. Who knew that the brim of the hat would cover her eyes again. The little girl might have been uncomfortable when her eyes were touched, so she opened her toothless mouth and started to cry loudly.
Su Ruowan was speechless.
Old Master Jing moved her tiger-head hat back up and gently wiped the tears on Yueyue's face with a tissue. He then coaxed her softly.