A pair of large eyes stared fearfully at the food in front of him.
That expression, as if what the woman was bringing to his mouth was not a spoonful of steamed egg with sea urchin, but a spoonful of poison.
This scene made Ning Youguang unable to look away.
"Darling, just take a bite, will you?" The mother, unaware of the people around her watching, continued to put the sea urchin steamed egg near the boy's mouth, her haggard face full of pleading.
As for the boy—his mouth tightly shut, his refusal to eat was very strong.
At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed in designer clothes walked over.
With a stern face, he walked behind the boy, forcibly pried open the boy's mouth, and said coldly to the woman in front of him, "Hurry up and feed it to him."
The woman quickly fed the spoonful of sea urchin steamed egg into the boy's mouth.
The man forcefully closed the boy's mouth, "Hurry and eat, or don't think about me taking you for a ride on the hovercraft."
