Joyina held Yi Luowa's hand and asked, "Luowa, whose brat looks better, mine or Youyou's?"
"Both brats are good-looking!" Yi Luowa laughed and gently stroked the little one's hair. "This one looks like my third brother, and that one looks like old eight."
"Hehe, two little handsome boys again." Joyina smiled and looked at Mi Chenshuo. "You and old eight should discuss and decide on the kids' names."
"I'll take my time." Mi Chenshuo stayed put.
"If you don't handle it, Youyou and I will decide," Joyina pouted, lifting the blanket as if about to get out of bed.
Yi Luowa pressed her down firmly. "You just gave birth not too long ago, and you want to get up already."
"I don't hurt anymore, and I'm not feeling uncomfortable. I want to go see Youyou."
Tong Airui gave her a disapproving glance. "Stay put!"
Joyina pouted and lay back down. "Tong Airui, you're so annoying! My husband hasn't even said anything to me, why are you bossing me around?"
