Mo Shu picked up both of the little ones together.
The weather was getting colder, and the children were wearing thicker clothes, making Mo Shu feel that they were starting to get a bit heavy.
Fortunately, she was strong, and lifting them was still quite easy.
The two little ones clung to Mom's clothes on either side, babbling. Little Honey Jar was the most audacious, directly tugging at Mom's clothes, looking like she wanted to nurse.
Zhao Mei noticed and said, "Princess, Young Heir Luo is still outside waiting for you."
Mo Shu replied, "Let him go back. I don't want to see him."
"Yes." Zhao Mei bowed slightly and quickly turned to leave.
Mo Shu, holding the two children, teased them, "Say 'Mom', 'Ma—ma.'"
"Ooh ooh!" Little Honey Jar tugged at Mom's clothes, looking anxious, with her little mouth reaching up.
Little Tangguan also grabbed Mo Shu's clothes, making babbling sounds.
