Ai Wenli looked up, her cheeks flushed. 'I'm so pathetic,' she thought. She wasn't usually the shy type, yet her heart would pound and her face would burn whenever she was in front of Tang Qingshan. She glanced at Xiao Man and Hao Hao, her smile gentle.
"Mom, Qingshan and I are of one mind. His thoughts represent mine! Xiao Man and Hao Hao are our family's sweet treasures—so sensible and cute. I'll do my best to be a perfect mother and shower them with love!"
Tang Qingshan smiled, giving Ai Wenli an approving look. In response, Ai Wenli's face grew as red as a ripe apple.
Grandma Tang: "..."
Xiao Man tilted her head to size up Tang Haocheng, who was right beside her, and said, "I think 'sweet treasures' should be chubby, fair-skinned, sweet-smelling little cuties. Hao Hao is like a little old man. How does he look like a 'sweet treasure'? He's not the least bit cute!"
