Crying was as complicated as laughing. He didn't understand kindness and would never understand it.
He wanted to eat everything he saw.
But now, he only had his mother in front of him.
He didn't want to eat his mother, so he could only roll around in bed and express his dissatisfaction in an almost unreasonable manner.
Huanhuan saw him rolling around on the bed like a meat bun.
Not only that, but he was also howling at the top of his lungs.
The voices of young children were very delicate, and so was the voice of the heaven-devouring python. Not long after he shouted, his voice became a little hoarse.
Clement did not feel any pain. On the contrary, it was Huanhuan whose heart ached.
She couldn't help but pick him up. "Alright, stop howling."
At the same time, she comforted herself that educating children was a big project. She could not rush it. She could only teach them slowly.
