"Does he?" Changqing didn't find the child was like her in any way.
Song Chuyi glanced at him and also frowned worriedly. If the child was a girl, it didn't matter, but it would be terrible if a boy were to cry like his wife every day.
"It's true." Duoyao nodded and she vocalized Song Chuyi's heartfelt words. "I hope Yan Wo won't be too similar to you in terms of personality."
"What's so bad about being like me? I'm kind and cute." Changqing snorted.
Song Chuyi disregarded her words and fed her another two spoonfuls of soup. Yan Wo was still crying, making his head hurt. It wasn't good for a child to cry too long but his hands were busy right now.
"Stop making the child cry." Yan Molun walked over and glared at Duoyao. He picked up the rattle drum at the side and shook it in front of the child. The sound of the rattle drum caught Yan Wo's attention and he stared at it with his large eyes as he stopped crying.
