Why doesn't his own baby want him? What kind of dad is he?
Aunt Fu, who had just finished busying in the kitchen, noticed his entire reaction and then she took the initiative to walk up and gently said, "These are all normal phenomena. The little one is still small; they tend to rely more on those who often hold them. Just hold her more, spend more time with her, and play with her, and this won't happen."
"I know, Aunt Fu, I know what to do."
"Okay, let's eat, you must be hungry."
"Not too bad, I'll help you."
"Alright."
After Lin Mubai helped Aunt Fu set the breakfast on the table, he then called An Nan: "Nannan, time to eat."
"Okay, coming."
Seeing the gaze fall on him, An Jiayou quickly said, "An Nan, you go eat first, I'll hold her, after you finish, switch with me."
The little one was quite shy at night, and An Nan knew this was the only way, so she nodded and agreed, "Okay then, I'll save some of your favorites for you."
"Thank you, An Nan."
