"Crying and crying, eventually you get used to it. You can't let him think that every time he cries, he'll get food."
"Where did you learn this strange theory? This theory isn't suitable for a two-month-old baby, but for a two or three-year-old child."
"Really?" Mu Liang raised an eyebrow and went back to reading the book. Qiao Xia was both amused and exasperated; even if he wasn't physically there, he was always on the screen, watching over her and Dudu, always staying with them.
"Stop crying, or I'll throw you out."
"He can't understand what you're saying, and besides, he wasn't crying just now. He only started crying again when he heard your voice. Clearly, you scared him."
Qiao Xia kissed Dudu, and he calmed down a bit, slowly falling asleep. But as soon as she put him down, he started wailing again. Qiao Xia had no choice but to pick him up and gently rock him. Mu Liang felt exhausted just watching.
