Little eyes had already turned to look at Dad, who was drooling on the side.
A dangerous aura suddenly rose, and the little one felt like his food was about to be taken away. His other little paw immediately protected Emma's other side, threateningly looking at Dad with an unhappy expression.
Robert Thomson licked his face and came over, his paw resting on her shoulder, looking forward with expectation: "Emma... Little Lucky is eating well, huh?"
Emma Smith didn't know what he was thinking, she looked down at her daughter with a happy expression, "Little Lucky was born so early, seeing her able to eat and sleep makes me feel at ease."
