The little fellow couldn't understand what he was saying, just lifting his head to look at Xiao Mo, he felt he looked rather fierce.
So, the little one shrank back into the corner of the sofa, his face the picture of innocence.
"Uncle will feed you."
Xiao Mo took the bowl of porridge from the nanny's hands, scooping up just a little, and the fragrance of the porridge immediately spread all around.
The nanny watched the little one curled up into a ball and found it quite amusing, she chuckled, "Sir, this little guy is very smart."
Xiao Mo didn't say anything, just smiled.
Genetics really are a fascinating thing; a smart dad indeed has a smart son.
It was just that after he found out Bai Man had given him medication last time, he had urgently sought a doctor to give the little one some detoxifying medicine.
Now it looked like Bai Man hadn't fed him much of the medicine; this little guy was indeed clever.