At the dining table, Ye Shaoting rested his chin on his hand, looking listless as he stared at the three people opposite him.
One big, two small.
Zuo Qing sat in the middle, with two chubby little kids on either side.
These two little fatties were very clingy, rubbing their heads against Zuo Qing's arms.
Zuo Qing held a bowl and was feeding the two kids. Dabao smacked his lips loudly, kept nudging his head against him, and as if that wasn't enough, he even snuggled up to Zuo Qing.
Ye Shaoting told himself that the other party was just a little kid, and he shouldn't think so perversely.
But the place that little fatty was cuddling was really tempting him to hit someone.
Ye Shaoting's gaze was deep and steady; he felt that little guy was doing it on purpose.
"Qingqing, give me the kid." He finally couldn't hold back anymore and wanted to pull Dabao over.
Zuo Qing was surprised by the name, instinctively glancing at him, many indiscernible emotions in her eyes.
