Compared to Little Tangguan, Little Honey Pot looks more like Yu Siqiao.
Little Honey Pot’s way of reaching out and acting in a spoiled manner made Yu Siqiao’s icy expression unknowingly soften, and his mood improved considerably.
Mo Shu frowned, pressed Little Honey Pot’s small hand down, and said, "Take him back."
Ji Nan instinctively glanced at Yu Siqiao.
Yu Siqiao’s newly curved lips imdiately drooped again, returning so coldness to his eyes.
Ji Nan was about to leave with Little Honey Pot when Little Honey Pot started to shout, and after a few calls with no response from Ji Nan, he burst into tears.
Upon seeing his brother cry, Little Tangguan also pursed his lips and started crying along with him.
Mo Shu’s eyebrows twitched slightly with annoyance, "Quiet!"
Yet, the two little ones cried even louder.
Little Tangguan grabbed Mom’s hands with his two hands, pressing them down, and cried while looking at Yu Siqiao.
Yu Siqiao couldn’t take it anymore and said, "They want to hold them."
Mo Shu shot a cold look, "What’s it got to do with you? Stop being sentintal."
"Ah!" Little Tangguan shouted defiantly, reaching out to Yu Siqiao once more.
Yu Siqiao raised his eyebrows, "See?"
Feng Xiaoyao stood aside, stunned, hesitantly asked, "Is Mr. Jiekong the father of the children?"
"No."
"No."
The two answered in unison.
After they spoke, they exchanged glances, Mo Shu quickly looked away, her eyebrows tightly knitted.
Feng Xiaoyao chuckled, "They really do look alike, I thought..."
Mo Shu was about to speak when suddenly she felt everything darken before her eyes, followed by a hand reaching out.
Mo Shu startled, shouting, "What are you doing!"
Yu Siqiao had just picked up the child, but Mo Shu wouldn’t let go, and the two were montarily at a standstill, neither willing to yield.
Mo Shu froze, speaking coldly, "Let go!"
Yu Siqiao showed no intention of letting go, his gaze fell on the child, "The child stopped crying."
Little Tangguan was indeed sniffing, having stopped crying.
At this mont, he unexpectedly leaned towards Yu Siqiao’s hand, his little legs kicking tirelessly from his mom’s embrace, trying to crawl out.
Mo Shu’s expression changed, she hugged the baby back, "Co back!"
Little Tangguan finally wiggled a bit farther and was brought back, staring blankly for a mont, then tried again, his little hand gripping Jie Kong’s finger, his round, shiny black eyes curiously looking at Jie Kong, opened his little mouth, "Oh..."
Yu Siqiao’s lips unknowingly lifted, his voice involuntarily softened, "Let hold him, I won’t do anything to him."
Mo Shu’s face looked grim, but Little Tangguan was indeed longing for this guy’s embrace.
Mo Shu understood all too well why.
The little one thinks he’s their dad.
But, he’s not.
Their dad disappeared a long ti ago.
Mo Shu’s heart ached, her eyes uncontrollably misty with tears.
She looked up, eting Yu Siqiao’s sincere gaze.
Yu Siqiao looked at her, cautiously attempting to hold the child.
Mo Shu did not stop him.
Finally, as Little Tangguan wished, he beca much more obedient. One hand rested on Yu Siqiao’s shoulder, the other hand tugged at the stray hair beside his shoulder, attempting to put it in his mouth without a word.
Mo Shu was startled and imdiately reached out to pry his hand open, saying, "You can’t eat this!"
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