Huo Yunjiao, oblivious to his surroundings, carried the person in his arms to the room next door, his handsome and reserved face bearing an expression of calm and composure.
Seeing Huo Chuan and Huo Zhi closely following behind, Qin Ruan's already flushed face turned even redder, as if layered with attractive rouge.
Arriving at the children's room door, Huo Yunjiao put the person fidgeting in his arms down on the ground.
Qin Ruan, not yet steady on her feet, reached out to push the room door open, and the clear sound of conversation inside filtered out.
Huo Yao lay in front of the baby crib, looking at Anuan's sleeping face and asked with confusion, "Why can't Anuan talk? We could talk as soon as we were born."
Huo Anqi said, "Sister is delicate."
"Really?"
Huo Yao's tone sounded somewhat incredulous.
Huo Anqi, with a solemn little face, pointed at Anuan in the crib and stated, "She sleeps all day, not only delicate but also lazy."
