Wanqing glared at him, "Watch the children."
Mu Tianying promptly wrapped one arm around each child, sitting obediently on the couch.
Naturally, Wanqing also wore a trench coat. Otherwise, how could it be called parent-child or family matching outfits?
The moment she stepped out of the fitting room, Mu Tianying's gaze was glued to her.
She had grown up. She was still a youthful girl when they met, and even when they parted that year. But now, she was a real woman, with a mature allure, an indescribable sense of calm and confidence. He thought, she was no longer the little girl in desperate search of security. Now, she had become a mother, not needing to seek security from others. Instead, it was the child that would seek security from her.
He asked the children, "Is Mommy beautiful?"
"Beautiful!" Dingding promptly answered.
"Mommy is the prettiest!" Dangdang flattered even more!
Wanqing shyly glanced at him and then turned toward the mirror.