Lu Shiyan froze. After a moment, it hit him: he was actually jealous of his own sons. But he would never admit it. Ye Shengsheng reached out, her fingers gently smoothing the crease between his brows. “You’re my husband, and the boys are our babies. You’re both just as important to me, just in different ways.” “Ayan, please don’t resent them, alright? They’re your children, too!” She was terrified