Zhuangzhuang suddenly burst into tears.
Feng Qingxue was stunned as she looked at her equally stupefied husband, "Can he understand us?"
"He shouldn't be able to, should he? He's so young." Lu Jiang hesitated for a moment, carefully observing his younger son, "This little rascal must be annoyed because I keep mentioning his name in a bad tone."
Angry or not, his cry was like that of a kitten meowing.
That was what he thought, but recalling the fragile look in his eyes, Lu Jiang's heart softened, and he reached out his arm, "Come here, Zhuangzhuang, let daddy hold you. When daddy is not with mommy, you have to take care of her for daddy, don't let mommy talk to young men she doesn't know, don't let mommy help young men, don't let any young man get close..."
Feng Qingxue interrupted him, "Enough, enough, why are you repeating what I said? I'm already an old woman with a bunch of kids, who blind would fail to see that?"
