Jiajia glanced at Er Bao, who was lying in her arms, then looked over at the pictures from afar. She felt like she fell into a dilemma.
As a considerate aunt, Qiao Nan took her son back from Jiajia. "Go take a look."
"Thanks, auntie." Jiajia quickly snatched some pictures from the adults and started complimenting them one by one.
Er Bao seemed to notice the familiar scent of his mother, and he kicked his legs happily in the air. It was like a little frog on its belly trying to get back up. "He is so energetic at such a young age. It is no doubt that he will grow up to be a naughty boy." Qiao Nan spoke with her gentle voice as she tapped Er Bao on the tip of his nose.
