Yang Qiaoqiao was actually a little annoyed by Huo Beixiao.

The sight of the two little ones made her laugh.

She knelt down and kissed Lele's little face, saying, "Our Lele isn't pitiful either."

Lele glanced at his sister cautiously and muttered softly, "Poor thing."

My older sister is so fierce.

Yang Qiaoqiao understood what her son meant and chuckled as she pinched his cheek. "Your sister is being mean to Lele, but it's for Lele's own good. Your sister still really likes her little brother."

"Isn't that right, sister?"

Yang Qiaoqiao turned her head and gave her daughter a wink.

An'an rolled her eyes in disdain. The little girl was proud, though she was a bit too embarrassed to coax her younger brother.

But her mother had already given her a meaningful look, and she had to give her mother face.

So, with a helpless smile, she replied, "It's alright. If he weren't so stupid, I would like him a little more."

Upon hearing this, Lele's tears fell to the ground with a "plop." "Lele, you're not stupid, Lele, you're smart!"

Yang Qiaoqiao: ...

When her two children turned one year old, she discovered that her daughter's IQ far exceeded that of children of the same age, and her daughter's memory was amazing.

She not only remembers things from her infancy, but she also remembers what she heard as a fetus in her womb.

Yang Qiaoqiao is pleased to have such a smart daughter, but also feels helpless.

Because if the daughter is too smart, the twin sons will seem less smart.

As a result, Lele was completely outclassed by her older sister and often felt discouraged.