I keep reminding myself that my son is his own flesh and blood. I can't hit him because Su Xingyue will feel distressed!
Apparently sensing that Nan Yuling's mood was off, another little one in his arms suddenly struggled to get down from him.
Nan Yuling frowned and had to bend over and put him back on the carpet.
The little guy slowly crawled to the other end of the carpet, away from this dangerous spot, and fiddled with the pile of toys he had broken.
Watching the eldest son slowly crawling away, Su Xingyue found it somewhat amusing.
"Nan Yuling, were you like this when you were little?" She couldn't help but ask Nan Yuling.
The younger son clearly resembled her more in many aspects, while the natural aloofness of the elder son was quite similar to Nan Yuling.
"I don't remember." Nan Yuling slightly furrowed his brows then spoke indifferently.
After that incident, he had almost no memory of his childhood.
