"Dudu, why are you crying?"
"He's hungry," said Elizabeth.
Qiao Xia suddenly realized, she almost forgot about breastfeeding, but Dudu couldn't get any milk, turning red with frustration. Qiao Xia was puzzled, do I not have milk? That doesn't make sense, why can't Dudu extract any? Is he not strong enough?
Dudu kept crying from hunger, and as a new mom, Qiao Xia had no idea what was wrong. She had been waiting to give birth at Oasis since pregnancy, but the doctor wasn't a specialist in obstetrics, and no one ever told her what was going on.
Dudu's face was red, crying loudly, as Mu Liang pushed open the door. "Why are you crying? I'll hit you if you keep crying."
Qiao Xia quickly let down her clothes to cover her chest. Mu Liang, expressionless, said, "I already saw it."
Her face flushed with nervousness and shyness. Mu Liang sat down, poked his son's rosy cheek, "Why are you crying? You dare to cry, cry, and you won't have any food."
