After a long time of coaxing, the cries of the two little ancestors finally began to subside, quieting down in her embrace.
At last, they stopped crying, and Song Weiyi heaved a sigh of relief.
But there was a slight issue; both toddlers were now conscious, and seeing Song Weiyi holding his brother, Jinxing's tears started flowing again.
"Be a good boy, Jinxing, mommy's right here, don't cry." As she spoke, she passed her son to Pei Yibai's embrace and took the littler one.
"Put them down, I'll take them outside." Pei Yibai said as he glanced casually at Zhao Mengmeng.
Without saying anything, it was clear to anyone that Song Weiyi had something to say to Zhao Mengmeng.
"Alright, I'll come out in a bit, you guys wait for me outside," Song Weiyi reminded gently.
Moments later, Pei Yibai disappeared from view, holding one child in each arm.
The atmosphere in the Zhao Family's home was unprecedentedly gloomy, Zhao Mengmeng was gaunt and her gaze wandering.
