Xia Yue looked at the crocodile-shaped pacifier and immediately started crying loudly. Qiao Mei quickly hugged Xia Yue and asked, "What's wrong, my baby? Don't tell me you miss Papa?"
Xia Xing raised her head to look at Qiao Mei in disdain and said, "My younger brother doesn't like crocodiles."
Qiao Mei hurriedly put the crocodile-shaped pacifier into her pocket to hide it. She was not interested in why Xia Yue was crying now. Instead, she was curious about how Xia Xing knew about crocodiles.
"Baby, how do you know that this is a crocodile?" Qiao Mei asked.
"It's written in a book. I don't know how to read, but Grandma Wang told me about it. My younger brother cries whenever he sees the picture of the crocodile," Xia Xing said slowly.
