Tong Airui hugged his daughter and felt a pang of inexplicable sympathy for the Queen of Haotian. She had never even held her own daughter before, and he'd just been angry with her earlier. How much must her heart ache?
Tong Airui glanced guiltily at his wife, seeing her play happily with their son. He sighed silently to himself. For his wife's sake, he decided he should get angry at the Queen of Haotian less often in the future.
After dinner, the family sat on the sofa, watching the three children.
The three little ones were sitting on the sofa like mini-adults. Yi Luowa was seated on the rug in front of them, her hand guarding the edge of the sofa to prevent them from falling off.
As everyone chatted, they heard the sound of a car outside.
Tong Jiaqi, who had been dozing off, suddenly opened his eyes wide. "Could it be Xixi arriving?"
