The little rascal was indeed adorable, inheriting all the good points from Ye Che and Xia Weiyi.
With plump and tender skin, long eyelashes fluttering like a pair of tiny fans, especially those big watery eyes, a spitting image of Xia Weiyi, so spirited and innocent.
Wen Zao sat on the small sofa, holding Little Xixi in his arms, with two nannies crouching beside, cautiously extending their arms to protect the little master and 'Young Mistress', watching the two little buns cuddled together, it was just too cute.
Ye Che had a sour face, glancing sideways at Wen Zao, and nudged Wen Qiyang in the chest with his elbow, saying, "When are you going back to Italy?"
"Tomorrow's flight." Wen Qiyang took a sip of red wine, glanced at Ye Che, and said with a smile, "Why? Can't bear to part with me?"
