Her son was not a baby. Why would he suddenly ask for baby milk powder?
"My son, dearest, why do you want to drink milk made from baby milk powder?"
Hearing his mother's voice, Fu Tingyu got a fright of his life, causing the spoonful of baby milk powder in his hands to spill all over the table.
"Are you alright? You've spilt it all. You really should be more careful, my dear." Mu Shengwan arrived at her son's side, admonishing him gently.
Just then, a small head popped out from Fu Tingyu's side and stared at Mu Shengwan curiously.
Mu Shengwan was startled upon catching sight of the young girl who had suddenly appeared.
How did she appear out of thin air?
The little ball of sunshine was not afraid of strangers, just as a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. Tugging at the hem of Fu Tingyu's shirt, she warbled excitedly, "Milk! Milk!" The young girl's voice was sweet and filled with childish innocence.
