"When the little one sees Mommy, he doesn't recognize anyone else..." Old Lady Zhao smiled and tapped her great-grandson's little forehead, then handed the child to Chuxia. "Hold him more often, as a mother, you need to be close to your children."
"Grandma, how am I not close to them?" Chuxia looked at her grandma speechlessly. "Sometimes you say I should hold them less, so they don't develop bad habits, and then you say I'm not close enough to them. You're really making it difficult for me!"
"I want to hold Nannan..." the old lady chuckled, confessing to her granddaughter. "But if I don't give Beibei to you, your grandpa won't let me hold Nannan."
Chuxia: "..."
She looked at her little son in her arms and smiled helplessly. It's just because this little guy looks more like Zhou Mikang, while Nannan looks more like her, right? And now, he's being discriminated against...
