"Mm-hmm, for Mommy, Daddy picked flowers for Mommy, and we want to give some too."
Upon hearing the children's words, An Jing looked toward Xiao Changyi and saw that he was also holding flowers, which were obviously much prettier and neater than what the four little ones had given her.
However, whether the flowers are pretty or not isn't important, the thought is what counts.
Her husband and children all doted on her, and just thinking about it made her overjoyed.
Xiao Changyi walked up to her and handed her the flowers he was holding.
"Thank you, my treasures," An Jing thanked her four precious sons first before turning to her biggest treasure, "Thank you, husband."
Xiao Changyi didn't say anything, he simply looked at An Jing, and seeing how exceptionally happy she was, a slight smile curled up at the corners of his cool lips.
"Mommy, hug. Hug." Seeing that Mommy was especially happy, the four little ones were also thrilled and clamored to be hugged by An Jing.
