Qian Sisi laughed, "Alright! He's just a hundred days old, what can he possibly understand? Hurry downstairs and eat something, I'll take care of him here!"
Qian Chen pouted and reminded, "Then hurry up and feed him milk! Otherwise, it'll get cold!"
Qian Sisi nodded, and only then did Qian Chen reluctantly leave the nursery.
Qian Sisi sat down on the sofa nearby, holding Little Momo, and tested the bottle's temperature with her face, then brought the nipple to Little Momo's mouth.
Little Momo usually wasn't fond of milk. Having just woken up and in a good mood, he pursed his lips and obligingly took the bottle. After a couple of sips, he sucked half-heartedly, not very enthusiastic, but not rejecting it either.
Qian Sisi watched Little Momo's rosy cheeks and smiled, and suddenly looked up to see a shadow flit past the doorway.
"Qingqing—" Even though it was just a glance, Qian Sisi clearly noticed the figure peeping by the door, and promptly called out to her.
