"Don't say he's only a little over two years old now, even at 30 I can't handle spicy food, not even a little bit."
He pinched Little Baozi's chin, carefully examined his face, and saw that his lips had swollen, and there was also a reddish area on his right eyelid.
Needless to say, it must have been the rubbing of his eyes that caused the pain, which made him cry so fiercely.
Looking at the scar on Little Baozi's chin, and then at his spicy swollen lips and eyelids, Lu Beicheng's heart ached terribly. His son had been fine when he left that morning, but now looked somewhat less whole.
After checking Little Baozi's condition, Lu Beicheng quickly picked him up from the ground, soothing him while walking towards the bathroom, "Son, don't be afraid, Daddy's back. We'll rinse your mouth with water, and applying ice on your eyes will make it stop hurting."
Upon hearing Lu Beicheng's familiar voice, Little Baozi cried even harder, and his tears grew larger.
