Alas, if only's would remain as if only's...
When he heard the music, the well-fed Mu Xiaocheng who lay in his father's arms immediately widened his eyes that were initially closed in slumber. Those beautiful gem-like eyes flickered with a glazed luster. They flickered and looked everywhere as if he was looking for the source of the sound while he babbled.
"I think that this little guy can probably say 'Father' in another two to three months," Mu Yuchen pinched his son's soft cheeks and said happily.
The touch on his face made Mu Xiaocheng a little irritated, so he reached out to hit Mu Yuchen's hand and then held it to suck on it. When Mu Yuchen felt a faint ache from his hand, he raised his brows in surprise.
Xi Xiaye looked over to see his expression like that, so she slowed down the car and asked in puzzlement, "What's wrong?"
