Little Chenguang kept nursing endlessly, making Qin Jian anxiously watch from the sidelines.
"Son, that's enough already."
"Is this how you be a father? You won't even let the child have a full meal!" An Hao glared at him as she spoke.
"Even if these two little ones have a full stomach, it doesn't necessarily mean they will settle down." Qin Jian suddenly felt a bit worried about what might happen tonight.
"It doesn't matter. In any case, our son shouldn't be wronged." An Hao, looking down at Little Chenguang with his little face all red and flushed, said.
After a great deal of effort, both children were finally fed, and Qin Jian's turn for some good times had come.
Usually mischievous, the two little darlings were playing by themselves tonight, gnawing on their fingers.
Qin Jian seized the good opportunity, pinned An Hao beneath him, and tormented her thoroughly.
