Qi Xiaoqi hadn't noticed Mother Qi's intense gaze. His eyes were fixed on the scenery flashing by outside the train, finding everything so magical.
"I just went to the restroom and saw some kids crying. I thought Xiao Qi might be scared too, but he's not making a fuss at all." Father Qi looked at his grandson, who was as soft as a dough ball, filled with love.
Cheng Su looked down at her son and said, "He just loves going out. You don't know, at home when the TV is on, he also stares at it without blinking."
"Kids like this," Mother Qi added.
Qi Xiaoqi was born in July, and now he's more than four months old. Held in Cheng Su's arms, he's very well-behaved, not causing a bit of fuss.
Mother Qi adored him too and clapped her hands, saying, "Let me hold him for a while."
Cheng Su hesitated a little but still handed the child over, saying to Qi Xiaoqi, "Mom is tired. Let grandma hold you for a bit."
Qi Xiaoqi finally withdrew his gaze and looked at Cheng Su.
