Mo Xiuchen came upstairs just as Momo and Xinxin had woken up.
Wen Ran was preparing their milk formula when she saw Mo Xiuchen entering. A tender smile appeared on her face, "Mo Xiuchen, why did you come up? Has my brother left?"
"Give it to me."
Mo Xiuchen walked over, took the milk bottle from Wen Ran's hands, skillfully prepared the milk formula, cooled it down, and after testing the temperature to make sure it wasn't too hot, he gave it to Xinxin and Momo.
The two little darlings had been gazing longingly at Mo Xiuchen, and as soon as they saw him hand over the milk bottles, they immediately clutched them and started drinking without any image.
Wen Ran smiled and reminded them, "Momo, Xinxin, don't rush. Drink slowly, slowly."
"Ranran, don't worry about them, they're used to it and won't choke. How about Ziyi? Is he asleep?"
