Perhaps Yun Zhao's gaze was too forward, as a rare blush crept onto Feng Yi's face.
Yun Zhao's smile widened. She walked over, stood on her tiptoes to kiss her son's cheek, then brushed her lips lightly against Feng Yi's.
Feng Yi was starting to think his second son was getting in the way.
With one arm holding his son and the other wrapped around Yun Zhao, Feng Yi looked down at her with a smile. "What were you laughing about just now?"
Her laugh was so beautiful, it reached straight into his heart.
Hearing Feng Yi's question, Song Yunzhao's face lit up with a pleased expression. "I was laughing at how fortunate I am."
"Oh?" Feng Yi looked at Yun Zhao, puzzled. "What do you mean by that?"
