Fu Ziyang lifted his small face, a serious expression on it, "I haven't gained weight."
Su Wanwan pinched his chubby cheeks, "Still saying you haven't, your face has gone round."
Fu Ziyang: "..."
Fu Qi was rather surprised at the sight.
Since birth, Fu Ziyang had been a very cool kid, seldom showing his emotions or speaking much, and had a severe case of cleanliness obsession.
Because he was rather adorable, Fu Qi naturally loved her nephew. But every time she tried to hug him, he'd show his displeasure.
And that wasn't just her. Xiu Xin couldn't get away with it either.
Even if it was Fu Xihan, whenever he reached out to touch him, the kid always seemed uncomfortable.
But now, he was being held and his face pinched by Su Wanwan, and he didn't seem to be angry at all?
Fu Qi felt her worldview being overturned.