"Men who cling to their mothers are useless. Just look at Liu Yitian as an example—a good-for-nothing," Mu Liang lectured his son earnestly.
"Whenever I think about Dudu growing up with you, I find myself worried."
"What do you mean?" Why did he look down on him like that?
"Without me, Dudu would definitely have an incomplete personality," Qiao Xia said, touching her son's forehead, "Poor little Dudu."
Mu Liang rolled his eyes, not wanting to watch the intimate bonding between mother and son. With a snort, he exited the rehab room.
Qiao Xia lay beside her son, "Hey, son, don't inherit his arrogant genes. Picking up girls will be tough. But of course, you could end up with a good girl like Mommy."
Dudu puckered his lips and sprayed Qiao Xia's face with water.
Qiao Xia, "..."
Her son was really too mischievous.
Qiao Xia placed Dudu in the stroller, walking ahead, "Come on, Dudu, chase Mommy."
