At this moment, it had quieted down, and she blinked her beautiful, crystal-clear eyes and looked innocently at Qin Youxuan.
Qin Youxuan reached out and touched her little face. Seeing her smile, she finally picked up Tingye, who was ready to approach.
"Tingye, Auntie is mommy's sister, so little Meimei is also your sister, not a little wife." Qin Youxuan's eyes flickered as she spoke softly.
Although she and Ye Mingmei were not actually related by blood, they were still sisters in name.
If Tingye kept chasing after little Meimei calling her a little wife, it would be fine here, but if others heard it outside, who knows what misunderstandings would arise.
She's not against the two children being together, but that should be when they grow up.
"Then who's the little wife?"
Tingye tilted his head, glanced at little Meimei in the crib, and then turned to look at Qin Youxuan.
Little Meimei was soft, like marshmallow, and he liked her!
