Feng Ling was used to this man's shameless behavior. She glared at him and continued to take out a wet tissue to wipe the cream on Little Momo's face.
Seeing Feng Ling's careful and patient look, Li Nanheng's gaze fell on her gentle side profile.
"Sister, eat." Little Momo held a small cherry in the cake with his little hand and brought it to her mouth.
Feng Ling still remembered that the child was crawling on the ground. His hands were dirty, and he was holding cream. There was a red cherry wrapped in cream. She lowered her eyes to look at it, and then at the smile in the child's eyes. She smiled, lowered her head, and put the cherry into her mouth. "All right, I've eaten. Be good. Since your mother asked you to follow me, be good and listen to me, okay?"
"All right." Little Momo nodded his head vigorously. His slightly dazed expression, coupled with his serious gaze, made him look adorable.
