The postpartum care for pigs can be set aside for now.
Ever since these two little ones came into the world, Wen Ran felt her peaceful life and good sleep had drawn to a complete close.
These two little things can't do anything, yet they make it impossible for anyone to do anything.
Hungry, they'll cry; wet, they'll cry; pooped, they'll cry; even when they can't sleep, they cry softly.
Wen Ran faced her nest-like hair, her eyes unfocused.
Xiao Chenye was sweating from comforting the kids, and facing Wen Ran's gaze, he felt more and more sheepish.
"Don't worry, don't worry, it'll be fine soon. Just give me five minutes."
Wen Ran softly said, "If they're still crying after five minutes, I'll kick you three guys right out!"
Xiao Chenye: "…"
He dared to bet that Wen Ran was completely serious with this statement, with not a hint of joking.
And yet, these two little troublemakers seemed to thrive on chaos, crying even louder right after Wen Ran finished speaking.
