Shi Ying almost dropped his jaw.
As far as he knew, the last time at the resort, Song Zhen had been slapped in the face by a beauty in the lobby, publicly humiliated—yes, that was the only woman. Furthermore, the one who had been stabbed in Italy that made the news was also her.
She looked quite young, with such a tender face. She had given birth to four children?
Qi Lei, noticing the confusion and surprise in his eyes, smiled and said, "The lady gave birth to twin boys five years ago and later adopted two girls in Milan; she loves them as if they were her own."
Shi Ying's gaping mouth finally closed.
He thought so! No matter how capable Song Zhen was, he couldn't possibly have quadruplets!
Song Zhen returned to the bedroom.
But he stopped at the door.
Because he saw several gift boxes piled up on the carpet, and all three little ones were watching TV on the bed.
Qiao Yi was holding a milk bottle, George was holding a bag of chips, and McDull was gnawing on a chicken wing.
