Bai Luo directly handed her youngest son to Lu Jing:
"Here, you hold him."
Huh?
Suddenly cradling a full armful, Lu Jing was stunned.
Once he regained his senses, he hurriedly secured the little fellow of several months in his arms, his heart skipping a few beats.
This mother really is bold, isn't she worried about him not being caught securely?
The last time Lu Jing had come back, this little guy was just half a year old, and now he was almost one.
He laughed "giggle giggle giggle" when held, his chubby body squirming non-stop.
"Little Shuoshuo, be good, okay?"
Lu Jing was terrified.
However, the child in his arms seemed fearless like a newborn calf unafraid of tigers, getting more energetic, kicking his legs and hopping around non-stop.
After Bai Luo handed the child to her Aunt, she pulled her eldest son outside.
"Your dad and Lao Si couldn't possibly be fighting again, could they?"
