Chongchong had just left not long ago, and Ping Guoguo came strolling over holding the little man who had just been born two months ago.
As she walked, Guoguo, who had a full-on lady's demeanor, smiled down and said to the Little Baozi in her arms, "Xiaomo, let's go take a look at Little Princess."
In her arms, the little boy, over two months old, was exquisitely carved like jade. His facial features seemed to be carved from the same mold as his father, Mike, with skin fair and tender, clear and translucent. If one didn't already know he was a boy, they might mistake him for a little girl.
He was listening to his mother's words at this moment, with a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, seemingly not understanding what she was saying.
Ping Guoguo stopped her steps in front of the cradle, crouched down a bit, and teased Mumu, "Tsk tsk tsk, Mumu, how can you be so cute? Auntie just wants to steal you away!"
"Kidnapping the Princess, death penalty!" a nearby guard said ominously.
