"Fine. Let's leave it up to the child to decide then." Qin Jian would still respect An Hao's opinion on this matter.
While An Hao and Qin Jian were talking, Little Chenyang accidentally dropped his apple slice. When his chubby fingers reached for it, Qin Jian beat him to picking it up.
"Come on! Call me daddy! If you call me daddy, I'll give the apple to Little Chenyang, how about that?" Qin Jian teased him.
Chenyang looked at Qin Jian, tilting his head without uttering a single syllable, just waving his little hands insistently at Qin Jian.
"Speak! Even making a sound would be good."
But no matter how Qin Jian teased, Chenyang just wouldn't speak.
Qin Jian couldn't help but frown and said to An Hao, "Why doesn't the child speak?"
"He's only a few months old, how could he speak? You're too anxious." An Hao glared at him.
"Even if he doesn't speak, shouldn't he make some noise? But this child doesn't even grunt. Could he be mute?" Qin Jian said anxiously.
