Wen Rufeng's gaze fell again on An Ning. An Ning had no problem feeding the child.
She reached out her hand to her daughter and patted her. "Xinxin, come on, let's go eat with mommy!"
Xinxin was not cooperating again, very afraid that 'daddy' would drop her, clinging tightly to the man's neck.
An Ning could only anxiously persuade. "Xinxin, be a good girl."
"Wuwu…" the child murmured, expressing her protest.
"If you don't let go of uncle, I won't give you any milk!" An Ning threatened.
The child pouted, as if she was resisting her mother. No milk, so be it, as long as she had daddy now it was fine.
Mo Ang held the child quite skillfully, maintaining a gentle smile.
As if as long as the child needed him, he could hold this position indefinitely without moving.
The invisible actions were filled with spoiling affection for the child.
In the stalemate, it was obvious the child was hungry, swallowing her saliva repeatedly, showing a sad expression on her face.
