"These two children are so lovely. Look at those little faces."
"Well, their parents are good-looking, so of course the children are beautiful too."
After Wu Juying and Wen Leyu carried the two children outside, everyone immediately began praising them.
The children truly were adorable, of course, but it also had something to do with their parents and grandparents.
Li Ye had understood a truth in his previous life: as long as you were doing well, even if your son looked like Ma Ali, people would still say, "This child has an unusual face and will surely achieve great things in the future."
Just as everyone was lavishing praise on the children, someone suddenly called out from outside, "Is Comrade Li Ye home? You have relatives here looking for you. They couldn't find your door after searching for ages, so I brought them over."
"Relatives of ours couldn't find the door?"
When Li Ye went out to look, he found that it was Cadre Liu from the neighborhood office. The two people following behind him were Han Chunmei's younger sister, Han Chunlan, and her husband, Niu Dali.
Li Ye was extremely surprised. He had no idea how the couple had ended up near his home.
Han Chunmei was even more startled, and somewhat panicked. The house was full of guests right now, and she did not know whether she should drive Han Chunlan away or invite her inside.
Li Ye reacted quickly. Walking over with a smile, he said, "Thank you, Cadre Liu. They really are relatives from our hometown."
"Then I'm relieved,"
Cadre Liu said with a smile, "They stopped out on the street and wouldn't come in. When I went over to ask, they said they were your aunt and uncle. I was wondering, though—why doesn't your aunt