Shangguan Yu watched Jun Moyan wiping the little kid's mouth and started doubting his own life for the past twenty years.
He awkwardly took two paper towels and cleaned up what the little kid had spat on Jun Moyan's shoulder.
After Jun Moyan finished wiping the kid's mouth and tears, Shangguan Yu asked, "Hey Jun, we've been buddies for over twenty years, just be honest with me, is there something wrong with my face, or is it my taste?"
Jun Moyan glanced at him: "Neither."
"Then why did he look at me and puke?"
"An'an just drank milk; it's normal to spit it up."
An'an had just drunk some milk; he shouldn't have held him in that position and even patted his back.
"Is it normal? I bet if it wasn't for me, he wouldn't have spat it out so quickly." Shangguan Yu doubted himself.
Even Xiaoguai, the cat, obviously treated him differently, let alone the little kid, who pukes upon seeing him.
"Did you come to see me for something?" Jun Moyan took a moment to ask.
