After a while, he took back the milk lollipop that was being happily licked by his younger brother.
"Younger brother shouldn't eat too much sugar; your teeth will rot."
Qiaoxu: "..."
Lu Moqing: "..."
What happened to the brotherly friendship and respect?
A single lollipop breaks it; it's too fragile.
Initially enjoying the sweet taste, Qiao San was startled when his brother suddenly took it away. After a brief pause, he burst into tears with a loud wail.
It was as if he was saying—
"Big brother, I haven't grown teeth yet, they won't rot..."
Qiao San's crying was loud, scaring Qiao Er, who was lying beside him, to flee from the cradle.
Hearing his son crying sadly, Lu Moqing quickly picked him up from the cradle and made various funny faces to tease him while walking.
Qiaoxu watched her husband's tall figure, which had a hint of super-daddy vibes.
His every word and action radiated fatherly love, making Qiaoxu unable to help but smile.
