Why are you always bullying our son?
As soon as Dudu saw his mom, he couldn't wait to complain, his chubby little hand patting Mu Liang more frequently, looking all aggrieved and in need of a hug. Mu Liang looked down on his son; the one who always faces off with him, yet sees Qiao Xia as if a bee sees a flower—so shameless.
"Did you feed him anything?" Poor Dudu, he was weaned off milk at just five months.
Mu Liang pointed at the milk bottle nearby, "He won't drink it."
Qiao Xia, "..."
That meant from the moment she left the house in the morning after feeding Dudu some milk, he hadn't eaten anything yet. Qiao Xia glared at Mu Liang; it was very necessary to instill in Dudu the idea of hanging Mu Liang out to dry in the future.
