The son's personality is more like Mu Keren, which should be a good thing for Huang Qingtian.
Like her, wouldn't he be more likable?
Even someone like Huang Qingtian, a thousand-year-old ice mountain, could gradually be melted by her...
But the little baby doesn't understand at all what his dad is trying to say to him.
At this moment, he's just reaching out his chubby little hand, grabbing everywhere.
In no time, this little rascal pinched Huang Qingtian's big ear.
If it were anyone else, Huang Qingtian would have kicked him away long ago. How could he let this little rascal tug his ear so long?
But the little rascal in front of him is the fruit of his and Mu Keren's love, how could he bear it?
Gently putting the little rascal's hand, which was tugging at his ear, in order, Huang Qingtian then said, "Let's go catch the little scoundrel who framed you, shall we?"
Huang Qingtian was talking about Mu Keren, who cut his pants and blamed it on the little baby.
