Upon receiving the news that his sister had awoken, Lu Huan and Yao Zibao rushed into the hospital room, just in time to see the two children sleeping on the small bed beside their mother.
"Sis, how are you feeling?" Lu Huan, who had already seen the children last night, hurriedly asked his sister, Manman, first.
"Pretty good," Manman said.
Lu Huan scratched his head and sat beside his sister's bed, carefully asking a few more questions.
Yao Zibao, with his hands in his pockets, stood to one side, listening attentively.
Seeing that neither of them was paying attention to the children, Manman asked her brother, "Have you seen Little Nana and Little Xixi?"
"We have," the two young men said in unison.
Manman, sensitive, could feel that her brother did not seem to like the two children very much and asked, "Huanhuan, what do you think of their looks?"
"How can any child born to my sister not be good?" Lu Huan, the sweet talker, managed to twist his words, avoiding the main point.