The dark eyes quickly filled with a misty layer of tears.
Lu Yin was caught between tears and laughter, holding back the little fists about to land on his face, "Song Jingxing, that's enough. If you keep hitting, uncle's going to hit you back, okay?"
"Bro, don't scare him."
"Just joking, don't be nervous." Lu Yin carried Jingxing into the dining room, "Come on, have breakfast with uncle."
With his little head resting on his shoulder, little Jingxing pouted, tearfully reaching out his little paws towards his mom behind him.
The little paws grabbed at the air, only catching emptiness.
The more he couldn't reach his mom, the more aggrieved little Jingxing was, opening his small mouth.
Before the crying could start, Lu Meng dashed forward and took his hand, "Mom's here, don't be afraid."
That stopped the cry that was about to escape his throat.
At the dining table, little Jingxing sat in his high chair, babbling and playing with toys.
