Pengpeng refused to let go, gripping even tighter.
Moreover, he bent his big eyes, grinning with his little mouth, revealing deep dimples.
Facing this little face exactly like his own brother's, Song Xiuluan didn't dare to speak loudly, afraid of scaring him, so he gently negotiated, "Sweetheart, Pengpeng, my dear, would you let go? Once your granduncle successfully proposes, he'll buy you a super convertible to drive around!"
Pengpeng was unmoved, showing a dignified manner as if he wouldn't accept handouts.
Song Xiuluan yelled, "Qingqing, help!"
"Sweetheart, mommy will hold you! Come, reach out, let mommy hold you, let daddy rest; he has to go to work." Lu Qingqing quickly coaxed him down from Fu Yisheng's shoulder. The little guy naturally let go and reached out to Lu Qingqing.
The mother and son took a seat on Fu Yisheng's left side.
"Mommy! Mommy!" he called out sweetly.
Song Xiuluan ruffled his hair, "How many months old are you, kid? You've got quite the grip."
