Obviously, Little Lin Cheng, who is just over one year old, doesn't understand what the other is saying at all.
He keeps eating his yogurt stick non-stop.
"Just fifteen months," Liang Ruoxu replied with a smile, not putting on any airs.
"My son is a month younger than yours," the child's father responded politely.
But just as the two were talking, the little boy tried to snatch the yogurt stick from Little Lin Cheng's hand but failed, and his small hand hit Lin Cheng's face, making him cry out loud.
The little boy's father panicked and quickly apologized:
"I'm really sorry, my son is spoiled by the family. If the child is hurt, we can go to the hospital."
"It's okay, it's okay."
Liang Ruoxu is a straightforward person; she was raised freely growing up, so her own son is no exception.
Moreover, the other party has apologized, so naturally, she wouldn't dwell on it.
"It's fine, boys aren't that delicate."
"Wow..."
