Holding Little Jingxing as he got out of the car, Song Yunchi lowered his gaze and watched his curious eyes scanning his surroundings.
Unable to hold back his laughter, he poked his soft, squishy cheeks with his index finger, "You'll see your sister soon. You can play with her, so you probably won't cry, right?"
Jingxing suddenly turned his head away.
His clear eyes stared straight at him, and his little mouth slightly opened, letting drool escape.
"Hahaha..." Song Yunchi laughed heartily, mercilessly mocking him.
As he laughed, he realized something was wrong with the little one in his arms, and sure enough, without warning, the little troublemaker started bawling loudly.
Song Yunchi: "..."
Truly, you can't say anything, laugh about it, nor can you hit them.
Zhenzhen is a real little troublemaker.
"Okay, Daddy wasn't laughing at you, not at you. Stop crying, you're a man. Crying all the time is risky; your sister might find you too soft and won't play with you."
