Chouchou glanced disapprovingly, ignoring Mommy, and continued assembling the gun in his hand.
Ling Tian'ao raised an eyebrow; his son still had the right values.
"Look, he's even disdainful! I used to dream of having a doll like this when I was little! He's still so young, of course this is what suits him!" Xia Zhisu analyzed with Ling Tian'ao.
Ling Tian'ao initially didn't want to speak, but after a moment of silence, he reminded her, "He's a boy."
It suddenly dawned on Xia Zhisu, "Oh right, he has a *****!"
"..." Ling Tian'ao blinked again.
How uninvolved can you be with your own child to almost mix up your son and daughter!
"Mommy, what is *****?" Ling Chuan asked as he played with his gun, looking up at Xia Zhisu with his little head, "Can you eat it?"
... Xia Zhisu, speechless, pointed to a certain place on his body, "That's it!"
Ling Chuan looked down, fiddled with it, pulled on it like it was clay.
