Yixin's little face was tense, looking exactly as Yiqiao had imagined.
Zheng Haoyu's heart ached bitterly; the two children probably felt very insecure after knowing that Luoz was not their biological father. So young, yet they had to be instilled with the concept of strength. At this moment, he felt no jealousy, just pure sympathy for the two sons. Squatting beside them, he stretched out his long arms and embraced the two children, "Don't be afraid, Mommy will be alright. You two are so cute, and she loves you so much. How could she bear to stay asleep?"
Vanke and Su Yue were both taken aback, not expecting Zheng Haoyu, a man, to say something so tender.
"Good kids, how about I take you to sleep for a while? You haven't slept for over twenty hours. When you wake up, Mommy will have awakened too." Zheng Haoyu wiped away Yiqiao's tears, comforting and coaxing them simultaneously.
