Father

Jing Mo Chen then put the milk bottle on the bedside table.

"Since you don't want to drink, then I will not let you drink anymore." 

Jing Chen Xi stared at Jing Mo Chen for a moment before his eyes turned watery and cried.

"Brother, Chen Xi is only a baby. You are so childish," Yang Zhen Ying shook her head as she looked at Jing Mo Chen.

"If I don't do this, he wouldn't know who his father is."

Meanwhile, Jing Chen Xi continued to cry, and after a while, as though resigning to his fate, Jing Mo Chen sighed and carried Jing Chen Xi in his arms again.

"Let's see whether you dare to do that again or not."

Jing Mo Chen then took the milk bottle and placed it near Jing Chen Xi's lips. However, Jing Chen Xi dodged again and again, even though he had stopped crying.

After a while, Xue Yue and Yang Zhen Ying couldn't take it anymore because it was way past the time Jing Chen Xi had to eat.