Chu Weixu looked at the little baby boy expressionlessly. His eyes seemed to be shrouded in ice flakes like frozen crystals, making him look like a ruthless and unforgiving cold-blooded evildoer.
Since long ago, Chu Weixu had never been interested in a baby. He felt that babies would only be annoying, crying a lot, misbehaving, and very troublesome, while Chu Weixu was someone who didn't want to be bothered by such things.
Surprisingly, although Chu Weixu had a bad eye for a child, Chu Weixu's fierce image sometimes caught the interest of some little children to find out. It didn't make some of the other little babies feel scared but rather curious, and then approached him boldly. Still, not a few of them would also cry loudly just by looking at Chu Weixu's eyes.