Yu Jingchen pinched the soft flesh on his son's arm, his brows furrowed with worry. "You dare to call this muscle when it's so loose and flabby?"
Unwilling to admit it, Yu Ziqian continued to lazily snuggle up to An Ning. "Sister, you think these on my body are muscles, right?"
An Ning too expressed concern for the little guy's figure. "Muscles shouldn't be this soft."
Yu Ziqian furrowed his little brows, very concerned about his own body. "Am I very chubby?"
Yu Jingchen gave An Ning a prompting glance.
"Yes," An Ning felt that one mustn't lie to a child on this issue, otherwise what if he really grew into a little fat bundle?
Therefore, she agreed with Yu Jingchen.
Yu Ziqian asked anxiously, "Then do you think I'm not handsome enough?"
An Ning was almost dying of laughter because of this little guy. Could he be any more superficial?
Is appearance that important?