Robert Thomson was in no mood to pay attention and rushed into the house. Before he entered the room, in the living room, he saw their little Lucky, who was crying out loud and unwillingly!
Seeing the little guy crying so sadly - actually, Little Lucky was just hungry, and the nanny was preparing milk powder for him - Robert's heart ached terribly, and he immediately stepped forward to pick up the little guy, and held him in his arms to comfort, "Don't cry, Little Lucky, don't cry."
The little guy was really hungry and didn't care if it was his dad or not. He continued to cry miserably. His pale round face was wrinkled up, his little fists clenched, his small body twisted unwillingly, and his voice was extremely loud, emitting endless energy.
