The little one was hungry, eagerly burrowing into Ming Mei's chest, making her quite embarrassed.
She cleared her throat, glanced at Kang Chen, and said, "Dad, I'll go upstairs to change clothes first."
Kang Chen immediately took Yousheng from Ming Mei's arms: "I'll take you upstairs."
"Dad... let's talk later when I come down."
The old man still hadn't recovered.
Kang Chen took his wife and child upstairs.
Ming Mei quickly changed into a loose dress, and Yousheng was already getting impatient, starting to fuss.
Ming Mei quickly picked him up: "This little guy is really picky, I was worried he'd be hungry, so I pumped some milk and put it in a bottle, but he wouldn't drink it."
No one spoke, and when she looked up, she saw Kang Chen looking at her with red eyes.
Ming Mei's face immediately felt a bit hot, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Aren't you going downstairs to talk to Dad? Go ahead, stop staring at me like a wolf; it's not your turn."
