Wen Zhan gave her a look and explained, "The nanny said the child was crying from hunger, and there was nothing she could do about it."
"..." Mu Wanqing was at a loss for words.
How could there be nothing to do when there was frozen breast milk in the fridge? She treated herself like a milk cow every day, drinking soup as if it were water, and stored the excess breast milk in the fridge.
Not wanting to say more, she carried her sister over to the Empress Chair and fed her brother first.
It took more than half an hour for the two little ones to finish eating and fall into a deep sleep.
It was getting late, and seeing her put down the children, Wen Zhan cleared his throat and spoke softly, "Sleep in the master bedroom tonight, it'll be more convenient for night feeding."
Mu Wanqing turned her back to him, hesitating before responding, "The kids are sleeping here, they'll wake you up at night."
"It's fine, they're my own children, I don't mind if they wake me up."