"Shut up; don't cry!"
Ji Ziming's head hurt from his son's cries; he really did not know who his son resembled since he loved to cry so much.
When he was young, he hardly cried, but this cheap son of his loved to cry when it came to anything.
This made him really unhappy.
As his son, how could he act like a little girl who cried as and when he liked?
"Waaaa! Mommy, mommy!"
This time around, not only was the child terrified of him, he cried even louder.
Pei Ge, whose heart almost melted from the child's cries, immediately frowned when she saw the man acting fierce to the boy in her arms.
"Alright. Stop being fierce to him. I've already told you earlier not to be so fierce with children."
She glared at the man before softly comforting the child in her arms.
"Alright. Stop crying; stop crying. I won't leave; won't leave."
"Wu! M-Mommy, are you really not leaving? Wu wu!"
