Zhu Qianying's left arm was injured, but even so, Chen Jing prepared a large bowl and spoon for her.
Baby Boy sat on the side, holding his chin as he watched her eat, while Yan wore an occasional glance at Zhu Qianying, his fingers clicked away on the laptop placed on the other side of the dining table.
After watching Zhu Qianying eat for a while, the little guy unexpectedly jumped off his chair and ran out.
Both Yan and Zhu Qianying looked at each other bewildered, both clueless about what was going on in the little one's head.
In a blink of an eye, the little boy ran back in, and without saying a word, dragged a chair behind Zhu Qianying and climbed up onto it.
"Baby, what are you up to?"
Even at this point, Zhu Qianying had no idea what Baby Boy intended to do.
The little boy reached out his chubby hand, and inserted his fingers into her hair. He spoke as he combed through her long hair using his hand as a comb.
