Young Master Fu began teething when he was five months old, and it was Shen Qinglan who first noticed it.
During this time, little Anan's mood didn't seem very good. He would often furrow his brow and sometimes cry while playing by himself. Shen Qinglan couldn't figure out why. She asked Chu Yunrong, but even Chu Yunrong couldn't pinpoint the cause.
Until one day.
That morning, as usual, Shen Qinglan was feeding her son when Fu Hengyi went to prepare breakfast for his wife. He had just returned home the day before, after being busy for over a month, finally completing the task assigned by his superiors. Fu Hengyi could now finally spend a few days at home with his wife.
"Ouch." Just as Fu Hengyi reached the doorway of the room, he heard Shen Qinglan's exclamation and quickened his pace. "What happened?"
Shen Qinglan didn't answer but instead looked at the little one in her arms, frowning.
"What's wrong?" Fu Hengyi asked again.
