Yun Jianchen looked for quite a while before returning to the ward.
"How are they? How are the kids?" Song Huanyan asked eagerly.
"They're fine," Yun Jianchen said, smiling.
"...Are they ugly?" Song Huanyan asked.
It seemed like all newborns were red and wrinkly, quite unattractive.
Yun Jianchen glared at Song Huanyan, "Are you joking? My children, how could they possibly be ugly? You haven't seen my sky-high good looks... Our children, even if they only inherit one-tenth of my looks, they would still be handsome boys and beautiful girls. There are so many babies in the nursery, but ours stand out from the crowd."
"You saw them standing up?" Song Huanyan gave Yun Jianchen a look.
This man had started to be shameless again.
How could he be so full of himself?
Why couldn't he be a little more modest?
Doesn't he know modesty is a traditional virtue?
