"Sorry, I slept too deeply…" Jiang Yan said, then noticed the sound of chaotic footsteps and children talking coming from the hallway.
Su Dai and Sun Jingtao turned their heads and greeted with a smile, "Brother Zhao, Sister Xiaohui."
It was Zhao Yougong and Lin Xiaohui.
Jiang Yan peeked out and immediately noticed the two of them each holding, no, leading a string of kids.
In addition to Mianmian, there were two little boys and one little girl.
The three children had red, swollen eyes, indicating they'd been crying.
Su Dai spoke softly to the three children, "Haoyue, Haotian, Xiao Fei."
"Aunt Su," the three children responded crisply.
Jiang Yan was stunned, "Zhou Haoyue?"
Ye Qing explained quietly, "Yesterday we learned that Wen Wanli died in the last virus outbreak. It's said the baby in her womb got infected first before passing it to her. Only the three children were left behind. Sister Dai thought they were pitiful and decided to adopt them yesterday."
