Gu Bailu couldn't get used to her son, who was grown up as soon as he was born.
"Mother, pickled vegetables aren't nutritious. You have to eat green vegetables," the young heir said seriously.
"…You know a lot."
"There's nothing I don't know."
Gu Bailu looked at Feng Qingtian. "What if I don't want this baby? Can I put it back?"
This annoying, little adult couldn't satisfy her longing as a mother at all!
How could she develop maternal love for a child like this?
"Mother, you can't. You can't put me back in your stomach anymore." The young master looked at Gu Bailu with his bright eyes. "I'm the son of heaven and earth. You can't move me."
Even if Gu Bailu wanted to strangle him, she couldn't.
Feng Qingtian glared at the little prince. "Shut up."
The little prince looked at his beautiful father seriously. "Father, that's my setting. You can't change it even if you put me back. I'm a chatterbox."
