"Me too, no matter how ugly, I still like him." Ye Anqi smiled sweetly.
The little guy who was breastfeeding suddenly turned his head, one eye slightly lifted, as if looking at them in exasperation.
That little glance seemed to carry disdain.
Ye Anqi laughed, "Did you see what kind of look he gave?"
"He's dissatisfied with us calling him ugly."
"The baby isn't ugly, the baby is the best-looking."
The little guy looked at her disdainfully again.
"..." Ye Anqi, "Even when I say he's good-looking, he still gives me that look."
"We should say he's handsome."
The little guy gave him a disdainful look once more.
Ya Shitian concluded, "I think there's something wrong with his eyes."
Ye Anqi: "..."
Ye Rumeng stood outside the door, witnessing the warm family scene of the three of them.
She decided not to go in and disturb them.
She handed the flowers to the bodyguard and left with a smile.
