"Impossible, he must like me." Shen Zhaozhao adamantly denied being disliked.
She gave Sheng Chuyi a gloomy stare.
Heartbreaking!
I can't believe you're like this, Chuyi.
Babies grow quickly, changing every day. By two months they smile, at three months they make sounds, by four they push up and by five they grab, and by six they roll over. By seven they sit, by eight they crawl, and by nine they have teeth.
Little Ali was already walking by ten months.
The little guy was very well-behaved, just not fond of talking or smiling.
The only thing he was interested in was grabbing Ermao's tail, which could entertain them for half the day.
No matter how much you tried to amuse him usually, it was useless; he only laughed when he caught Ermao's tail.
In terms of childcare, Ermao played an indispensable role.
"Chuyi, Mom has to go out for a bit, so Little Ali is in your care now!" Early in the morning, Qin Suxin was all dressed up and ready to go out.
