However, because he was still young, his walk was still a little uneven. Half of the water in the cup had already been spilled.
"Son?"
When he saw the cute little one in front of him, Mu Yuchen quickly got up and took the cup from him. He placed it on the bedside table and carried him up.
Mu Xiaocheng reached out to touch his father's face and blinked his starry eyes at him. "Daddy... Are you afraid of getting an injection? It hurts..."
Mu Yuchen smiled and pinched Mu Xiaocheng's cute little face. "Daddy doesn't need needles. He'll be fine soon. Where's Mommy?"
Mu Xiaocheng looked at the door and thought for a while before he looked at Mu Yuchen and shook his head.
Mu Yuchen held his little fists with both hands. "Come, let Daddy see if you've grown. Did Grandmother teach you how to count?"
"Yes..."