Bo Nian deeply understands.
"Second brother, I get you."
Over here, everyone couldn't find the point, but bringing up children sparked their interest. Bo Jian looked at the child in the photo and still felt he was the spitting image of his elder brother.
As similar as possible, it would be hard to believe he isn't his son.
"Weiwei, when you were with the child and his aunt, was the child polite? Or did he have that kind of kid's irritability?"
If so, it's understandable, but judging by Bo Jian's understanding of Mou Wen, the child should be good.
Weiwei mentioned Xunxun, and exclaimed, "Second brother, let me tell you, Xunxun is definitely someone else's child. He chatted with his aunt along the way and even helped out voluntarily, speaking politely. When they dropped vegetables on the ground, I helped pick them up."
That child bowed and thanked me repeatedly, expressing gratitude for my help, I didn't even know how to react.
