"He's already so big, you're not suited to hold him anymore." Fu Chengzhou's gaze swept over Li Xingwan's slender, delicate arms, and her tiny waist that could be encircled with a single hand.
A desire to possess kept rising in his eyes.
"You'll get tired."
This made quite a few netizens cry.
"Damn, comparing people can really kill you with jealousy."
"When I go out with my husband, or even at home, I'm the one holding the kid. In his eyes, I'm like some sort of Iron Woman, immune to injury or fatigue."
This resonated with many female netizens who also had children.
"Same here, same here! My husband spends all his time playing games or eating, sleeping, and being utterly useless."
"I can walk down the entire street holding the child, but he can barely take a few steps before panting and saying he can't go on."
Then look at the man Li Xingwan married—not only is he a top-tier tycoon, but he isn't someone who easily snaps at his wife and child.
