C843 It Can't be Pregnant Right

When the two children returned from school in the evening, Zong Yanxi was lying on the bedside of Zong Qifeng, folding paper cranes with colored paper. "This was taught to us by the art teacher."

"Is that so?" Zong Qifeng reached out his hand to rub his granddaughter's head, "Have you learned it yet?"

"Not yet. It's not as beautiful as Teacher's folding." Zong Yanxi folded her hands seriously