He suggested, feeling uncomfortable watching Xiao Lu'er laze in An Jiuyue's arms.
Upon hearing Qian Jiyun's words, An Jiuyue felt some disdain for him in her heart.
Young man? Xiao Lu'er is only a little over a year old. You'll only learn how to walk at two years old. How can I put him down to walk by himself?
"I'll carry him. We're on a mountain, and the road is uneven," she said.
There were many uneven rocks on the ground. He would definitely bleed a lot if he fell. It was not easy for her to raise a child here.
"I'll chop some wood later and make a chair for him," Qian Jiyun said.
It doesn't matter if it's our son—I can't let my wife tire herself out no matter what!
"Up to you. Talk when it's done." An Jiuyue ignored him and carried the child to play with Zheng'er and the others.
Aunt Ju and another auntie walked over from a distance. "Jiuyue."
