Their heads were squeezed together, their faces almost touching the child's face.
Spicy Strips reached out to pinch Little Shun's face, but Mo Yangyang stopped him. ""He's still young. You can't pinch his face…You can't even pinch your nose!"
"Oh!" Latiao put down her hand. " Mommy, look at his double eyelids. His eyes are so big. "
"Your eyes look like your Winter Solstice Auntie."
The Spicy Strip looked at it seriously for a while and nodded.
" Little Shun is so obedient. He doesn't make a fuss. I thought babies like to cry. "
His words made Mo Yangyang's heart feel a little stifled. This child was so young. It could be said that he had experienced a narrow escape. He was unusually obedient, even more obedient than when he was a child.
Even though the environment had changed and his mother was no longer by his side, he did not make a fuss.
This child was so sensible that it made one's heart ache.
"This child is sensible," Mo Yangyang sighed.
