No need to ask, Qin Jiran could already guess whose masterpiece this shimmering golden baby crib was, only wondering what special features it might have.
Now that Qin Jiran knew the answer, his curiosity waned, and his gaze fell upon the two soundly sleeping chubby babies, instantly becoming incredibly tender, void of any other thoughts to consider.
These were his children, with blood of his own running through their veins, now the closest people to him in this world, of course, placing right after Yanyi, lest she get jealous.
Pondering this, Qin Jiran couldn't help but silently laugh, his heart full of immense anticipation for the future, imagining various scenes of Yanyi and the babies together.
