"Being able to eat is a blessing, being able to eat is a blessing!" Mo Siyu didn't have high expectations for this son. From the moment this little guy was born, his mom's attention was entirely focused on him. He could once joke and get into good graces with Zhao Ziyin, but now he's directly reduced to a third-class citizen, even the nanny taking care of his son stands out more in front of her.
"As long as he's healthy." Nearby, Jian Anning is also super envious of the little guy's hearty appetite and his sturdy growth. She claps her hands and says to Mo Yangyang, "Yangyang, will you let godmother hold you?"
Mo Yangyang, clutching a teething biscuit, blinks his eyes, looks at the pretty auntie, and his little chubby body twists and turns, instantly moving from his mom's arms into Jian Anning's arms.
