"Chengcheng hasn't brushed his teeth yet," Feng Fanghua immediately reminded.
"Then let me take him to brush his teeth first!"
Mu Zihao looked down at his grandson. The little guy barely had a few teeth, but upon hearing grandma talk about brushing teeth, he grinned cheekily at grandpa.
Only then did Feng Fanghua feel at ease to find Huanhuan. Actually, they didn't need to get up so early to tend to the two little ones, but they felt especially close to these two little guys, and didn't want anyone else involved.
Huanhuan as well — Feng Fanghua even personally braided her hair. When Qin Mu woke up, she went to Huanhuan's room. Feng Fanghua had already done half of the braiding, and it looked especially beautiful.
"Morning, Mom! Morning, Huanhuan! Shall I continue?"
Qin Mu said, reaching out her hand.
