Lu Jiangchao tilted his little head, his little mouth holding his finger, laughing and flapping his arms vigorously.
He kept reaching out for Jiang Zhouye.
Jiang Zhouye took him, looked at Jiang Jingcheng with a smug hum, "See, Xiao Xueli likes me."
Mr. Jiang rubbed his hands and approached, "Xiao Xueli, come to grandpa."
Jiang Zhouye: "..."
He burst out irritably, "Dad, I've just held him for a minute!"
They were squabbling over here.
Lu Qingyan, dressed in a tailored suit, tall and languidly leaning against the wall, stood next to Jiang Nanshu.
His gaze was on his son, seeing a crowd quarreling fiercely over the right to hold him.
He felt a bit of a headache, turned his head, and asked Jiang Nanshu, "Wife, can't you let your brothers have a few children of their own? Why are they still snatching someone else's son?"
