Complain

"Aiyo, this little face is really tender!"

Aunt Jiang hugged Jiang Yao, feeling extremely satisfied from the bottom of her heart.

"My son was also so attached when he was young. Even if he was trying so hard to forget it, it still wouldn't be easy!"

Qin Moo, who was standing at the side, glanced at Jiang Yao and pouted unhappily.

"Old granny, this is obviously a child carved from the same mold as us, Siyao. Why do you say she's so similar to Jiang Huanyan!"

"Uncle Qin, aren't you being too fussy about this?" No matter who this child looked like, he belonged to Siyao and Huanyan, right? Is there a need to be so fussy? "

Qin Moo hugged his arms.

"Of course we have to be wary of them. Some things can easily cause problems if we don't take them seriously!"

Make a problem?

Aunt Jiang was a little confused by this. "It's just a matter of the child's looks. You can still see so many potential factors. I admire you."