Yu Weiwei gave him a look, "You're not the little dumpling."
"I'll answer for him, could he exist without me?"
"Shameless, utterly shameless." Yu Weiwei scoffed coldly, "Are you as cute as the little dumpling? Do you have the little dumpling's charm?"
"I used to be cuter than him, okay?" Li Beiting glanced at Yu Weiwei with disdain.
Yu Weiwei ignored him, bent down, and pinched the little dumpling's cheeks, whispering, "See that? This shameless dad, you can't grow up to be like him. He even says he's cuter than you; how about you kick him?"
Saying that, Yu Weiwei grabbed the little dumpling's foot and kicked Li Beiting with it.
"..." Li Beiting's face was lined with a dark expression.
With all this commotion, the three of them were once again unable to sleep, especially the little dumpling, who was feeding with great gusto, not showing any signs of sleepiness.