An Jing and Xiao Changyi exchanged a glance, both clearly expressing the same thought: This child is really easy to please.
When he saw his father patting An Yiyun, the mischievous Qinger immediately shouted out, justifiably indignant, "Daddy, why do you only pat Yun Er? Big brother, second brother, and I also want a pat!"
Looking coldly at the little one who was shouting at him, Xiao Changyi: "..." He knew having too many children was not a good thing.
"Hahaha..." An Jing just laughed heartily. Her third son was truly a treasure, small yet excelling in all sorts of mischief.
Meng Zhuqing also wanted to laugh but was afraid of angering the elders in their family; he could only hold it in.
"Daddy, why aren't you patting me, big brother, and second brother yet?" Seeing that Xiao Changyi was just standing there with no intention to pat them, Qinger, feeling totally justified, shouted again. "Big brother, second brother, and I have been waiting for you to pat us!"
