Little Chengcheng had eaten his fill and was resting with his eyes closed. He was annoyed by the teasing and waved his little fist as he snorted angrily.
Su Ruowan reached out to protect her son and pulled Jing Muchen's big hand away. She said gently," I mean, I think Little Chengcheng is the most similar to you."
Jing Muchen raised his eyebrows and looked carefully at the youngest son in his wife's arms. His fair and tender skin, thick eyebrows, thick and curly eyelashes, upturned nose, and pointed chin. In his eyes, he looked more like Su Ruowan.
Su Ruowan's soft voice rang out by his ear again," When you were young, were you as scheming as him?"
Jing Muchen was speechless.
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After the lively dinner, it was almost nine o'clock at night.
Although Li Menting was reluctant, she had to let them go since the children still had to go to school the next day and Jing Muchen and Su Ruowan had to go early.