After dinner, the guests gradually left, leaving only family members to help clean up the aftermath.
Zheng Zhen and Liu Yulan each held a little baby under the veranda in the courtyard, leisurely watching the excitement.
The little guys were a month old, and it was their first time out, curious about the unfamiliar environment, their big eyes darted around.
A one-month-old baby should only be able to see red, white, and black, and only a blurred image.
They blinked their clear, bright eyes, their white, tender faces showing a toothless, joyful, radiant smile, which no adult in the house could possibly resist.
"Oh my, my dear grandson, how can you be so cute, just like their dad when he was little..." Zheng Zhen couldn't help but adore the two kids.
Listening to her words, Wang Miaomiao felt too weak to retort, imagining Jiang Yan's face morphed into an infant's, matched with a baby's body—uh... hard to imagine, quickly dispelled that image, it was too terrifying.
