Xia Pengpeng didn't understand why Baby Mu was so unfriendly toward Qiao Yucong. Qiao Yucong would gladly present the best things in the world before Baby Mu.
Baby Mu got off his mother's lap and pulled her toward the door.
He didn't want to talk about Uncle Qiao.
It wasn't that he disliked Uncle Qiao, it's just that whenever he saw Uncle Qiao, he reflexively acted this way. The way Uncle Qiao looked at him was too frightening, almost radiant.
It made him involuntarily think of the grey wolf that wanted to eat the little sheep, of Bald Qiang who wanted to beat up Big Bear and Second Bear.
...
Qiao Yucong sat aside, devastated.
"Young Master Mu, do you think my affinity with children is really that bad?"
"Perhaps."
"What do you mean, 'perhaps'? Your son hurt me deeply, is it that hard to offer me some comfort?"
"Is it our fault that Baby Mu doesn't like you?"
Qiao Yucong nearly choked!
Was it his fault?
Where had he gone wrong?
