"Oh, my dear Chenchen and Zaozao." Lian Qingyang squatted down, watching as Chenchen's soft little body flew towards him, that adorable smile nearly melting him.
"Uncle."
Chenchen spread his arms wide and lunged into Lian Qingyang's arms.
"Chenchen, slow down."
Lian Qingyang held Chenchen in his arms and, seeing Zaozao lagging behind, reached out and took both children into his embrace.
"Uncle." Unlike Chenchen's coquettish voice, a hint of joy flickered in Zaozao's eyes as she looked at Lian Qingyang.
Lian Qingyang lifted both children up, gave each a kiss on their beaming faces, and said, "Uncle brought you a beautiful doll."
"Uncle is the best." Without hesitation, Chenchen planted a big kiss on Lian Qingyang.
Even though Zaozao said nothing, the anticipation in her eyes was already impatiently apparent.
Lian Qingyang looked at Zaozao and leaned his face over. Zaozao, though a bit awkward, still gave him a peck.
"Zaozao, you have one too—your favorite toy gun."
