Rong Ye called out anxiously, causing both men to stop in their tracks. Their eyes immediately swept across the room, taking in the gathered crowd before settling on the cub sleeping peacefully in Shi Feng's arms.
A moment later, they noticed the two cubs resting against Han Jue's chest. The room gradually fell silent as realization dawned on them. The expressions on their faces slowly cracked apart.
The uneasiness they had felt earlier had not been their imagination at all. Su Qinglan had truly gone into labor.
The instant they sensed something was wrong, they had abandoned everything and rushed back with all their strength. Yet despite their desperate efforts, they had still arrived too late. The cubs had already been born.
For a long moment, nobody spoke. Shi Feng looked at them while they stared back at him in disbelief.
Finally, Rong Ye slowly raised a trembling finger toward the cubs. His lips parted as he struggled to speak.
"Those… are our cubs?"
