In the newborn room, two venerable old men, with their hands clasped behind their backs, walked around the baby cribs. However, the two little ones on the beds completely ignored them, sleeping soundly.
"Your kids are sleeping really sweetly," said Old Yao, stroking his chin stubble and speaking succinctly.
A sharp glint flashed in Old Lu's shrewd eyes, clearly sharp and discerning.
No matter how one looked at it, these two children's temperaments didn't resemble that of young master Jiang, nor did they take after Manman.
"But they are quite handsome," Old Yao brought the conversation back, gazing down at the boy, Xixi, with his squinting old eyes.
This boy was born beautiful, with distinct and handsome facial features just one day after birth. His features were very refined and spirited, especially his nose bridge, tall and straight like a miniature Alexander.
Compared to the other baby boys around, this advantage was even more pronounced.