When Jiang Yu heard that her mother's pronunciation was different from hers, she frowned and corrected her with a serious expression. "Daddy!"
There was silence again. Jiang An's face was slapped. Li Mei laughed dryly. "This child, she can't help but show off after learning a name."
Wen Li chuckled. "It's rare for a child to like him. All the older children in his brothers' families are afraid of him. I didn't expect Little Feather to not be afraid at all. Zou Bai, come, carry your daughter."
Wen Li liked to joke around, and she loved to tease her unsmiling youngest son.
Zou Bai glanced at his mother helplessly. Wen Li got up and carried Jiang Yu to Zou Bai.
Zou Bai didn't like children. He didn't want to care about his mother's jokes, but when he saw Jiang Yu's bright black eyes and happy expression when she looked at him, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. He naturally felt a sense of closeness.
