"Chu Lin's dad is 1.67 meters, mom is 1.5 meters, he's 1.9 meters."
Qiao Xia, "..."
"He's your son. Can't you say something nice?"
"Anyway, he doesn't understand."
"Look, your son is glaring at you!" Qiao Xia said.
Dudu, like a little old man, looked seriously at Mu Liang.
Mu Liang said, "He's always like that, it's just your imagination."
"Babies have self-esteem too, you've hurt your son's self-esteem."
"I'm so thirsty, I'm going to find some water to drink."
Qiao Xia angrily followed him with Dudu in her arms, thinking, how outrageous, does he have no awareness as a father?
"Wah…" Dudu started crying loudly.
Qiao Xia was angry, "Mu Liang, look, you've made your son cry. You hurt him, he feels humiliated, quickly apologize to your son!"
"Calm down, he's just hungry."
The nanny came over, took Dudu away to feed him, and Dudu immediately stopped crying.
Qiao Xia, "..."
Mu Liang shrugged, and Qiao Xia was speechless.
