Zhuo Junyue was feeling moody, turned away, and didn't want to look anymore.
Su Ningyan was concentrating on feeding her son, looking at his features, seeing the shadows of his little uncle between his brows and eyes.
The more she looked, the more she liked it, thinking that the features of the older baby should also be similar to the younger one's.
She couldn't help but reach out, gently stroking his little chubby cheeks, her son, her very own son.
About ten minutes later, the little treasure finally finished eating, lying on the bed and waving his little fists.
"Husband, pass me the phone."
Zhuo Junyue handed over the phone, "Wife, what are you doing?"
Su Ningyan took the phone, turned off the flash, and started snapping away at her adorably handsome son.
Zhuo Junyue watched her do this and began to worry about his own place in the future.
Originally, the idea was to have another child to keep An An company.
