The little baby's milk teeth had already sprouted over ten, on the chubby little face, a pair of almond eyes slightly raised, expressing dissatisfaction, making that little gaze even sharper.
Glancing at the annoying daddy beside, Dora burrowed into mother's arms, wrapping her arms around her mother's neck, "Mom... doesn't like baby... "
The pout identical to Yun Chunnuan's formed on his little mouth.
Yun Chunnuan, just amused by her son's dissatisfied look at her husband, was quite startled hearing him say this, "Who said mother doesn't like Dora?"
She thought someone had been talking nonsense in front of the baby, like some annoying relatives, who often would ask children behind their parents' backs, what will you do if your mom doesn't like you? What if your dad doesn't like you?
Unexpectedly, the little guy complained with grievance, "Mom, leave..."
Little Dora had been able to call out 'mom' two months ago, and two months later, he could almost speak complete sentences.
