Little Moliu naturally didn't understand his father's thoughts, and his tear glands were like a bursting spring, continuously shedding tears.
Qiao Chengxun realized something and changed his tone, "Do you need to go to the toilet?"
After saying that, he reached out and pulled open his son's diaper, finding it clean without any mess.
Qiao Chengxun frowned slightly, what exactly was the little guy crying about?
Could it be, he missed his mom?
"Are you missing your mom?" Qiao Chengxun asked softly.
Little Moliu was still crying, seemingly not understanding his father's words.
At this moment, a hurried sound of footsteps suddenly came from the hallway, "Young master, the young madam is awake!"
"Meimei..." Qiao Chengxun's body shook, and he swiftly turned around and walked back.
When he reached Bu Qingqing, he handed Little Moliu to her, "Take care of Moliu."
