When the little guy crawled over to Huang Qingtian's leg, those adorable little hands immediately clung to his long leg.
Seeing that Huang Qingtian wasn't paying him any attention, the little guy refused to give up. His chubby hands kept holding on, and his little mouth kept babbling, seemingly trying to get Huang Qingtian's attention.
Finally, Huang Qingtian couldn't resist the hope in those big eyes and picked him up.
"Little rascal, just like his mom!" Zhou Ziyu, who had tried various toys to amuse the baby but couldn't get him to come closer, said helplessly.
What he meant was, this child was like Mu Keren, preferring Huang Qingtian.
No matter how much their parents doted on him, every day when Huang Qingtian came home, he would always rush to Huang Qingtian first.
"What do you mean like me? So annoying..." Mu Keren, feeling wrongly criticized without reason, grumbled.
