"The little rascal in your arms is the older brother, and the one Luo Xi is holding is the younger brother. The older one is active, while the younger one is calm, so you can distinguish them this way in the future," Gu Shaocheng said, pulling out a tissue to hand over, because after the little guy had a couple of sips, he actually spit up some milk.
Chenxing suddenly felt flustered and at a loss, but Gu Shaocheng calmly pulled out two tissues and tucked them under the little guy's neck. Chenxing admired him with a smile, and Gu Shaocheng responded, "When taking care of Wubai back then, it wasn't just about holding and caring."
He learned a lot of useful experiences.
"Shaocheng, you're really impressive!"
Gu Shaocheng raised an eyebrow complacently; of course he is, what kind of person is Gu Shaocheng!
