Ding Ning was shocked. She looked at Yu Jiangqing in disbelief.
Her son could actually stand up.
Yu Jiangqing chuckled. It was indeed his son. His actions were so fast.
In the next second, the little monkey, who had spent a lot of effort to stand up, kissed his mother's face and then sat down on the sofa. He couldn't stand up anymore.
Ding Ning:"..."
Yu Jiangqing:"..."
The power of jealousy was great.
"I told you that having a son would be useless."Yu Jiangqing, who had come to his senses, glanced at the little one. He had given birth to a love rival for himself.
Ding Ning was so happy. She was so happy that her son actually took the initiative to kiss her. He even knew how to be jealous.
Ding Ning hugged her son and sat on her lap, kissing him a few times.
Yu Jiangqing stretched out his hand and pressed it against his forehead, wanting to throw him out.
