Feng Qingxue was offended and outraged upon hearing this. "Lu Xibao!"
Why did he learn to talk like an adult so fast? He usually doesn't learn this quickly.
Lu Xibao ignored her as if he hadn't heard her. He wrapped both arms around Lu Jiang's neck, his forehead pressed against Lu Jiang's. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, good baby, smart baby, baby's photo, baby fight, baby made someone cry!"
"Who did you fight with? Who did you make cry?" Lu Jiang soon understood a bit of what he was talking about.
"Bully! Hit Huahua! My cake, my cake!" Remembering his cake, Xibao immediately had a downcast face.
His expression fluctuated wildly, first smug then disheartened, incredibly amusing.