Huo Zhenyang's face darkened upon hearing Little Baozi's words: "How old are you and you're still nursing?"
Zhuochen, feeling scared, burrowed deeper into Jiayi's arms, not daring to peek out.
Jiayi had no choice but to lift her shirt to nurse the little baby, and defended the aggrieved baby:
"Auntie Li said that in the past, children from wealthy families would be nursed until they were seven or eight years old. Zhuochen is still so young."
Zhuochen sucked contentedly on the milk, no longer restless.
The sound of smacking lips reached someone's ears, and it felt like a fire reignited.
Damn it.
There was an impulse to peel off the son and take his place!
As Zhuochen ate, his eyelids drooped with drowsiness.
Huo Zhenyang watched as the little guy finally fell asleep and didn't stop him. Once Zhuochen was silent, he picked up his son.
Jiayi quickly stopped him: "Zhuochen wakes up easily at night. If he wakes up and doesn't see me next to him, he'll cry."
