Although she's small, she knows a lot.
Rolling her eyes as if impatiently answering, "…Mama."
Mu Jin Huan was very satisfied, placing Pea on the carpet, granting her the freedom to roam the skies and the earth.
"Did you see that?" Showing the phone screen to Jiu Jiu standing by the coffee table, "Your sister is three months younger than you, yet she recognizes every photo of mom, don't you feel a bit ashamed?"
Mr. Jiu Jiu was never afraid of Mr. Mu since birth, even found him somewhat annoying, and at times like this, certainly wouldn't let it show.
With a face carved from the same mold as Mr. Mu's, devoid of any extra expression, he turned his head indifferently to watch Barton rolling on the carpet.
Mu Jin Huan naturally wouldn't easily let it slide, pinching his son's jaw to turn his head back, asking for the second time, "Who is this?"
Mr. Jiu Jiu, reading the room, noticed that Mr. Mu was somewhat serious.
