"Hey, Mo Yichen, what's wrong with him? Why won't he stop crying?"
Looking at Xiao Ahqiao who kept wailing in the stroller, Fu Mingyu, with a diaper in hand, spoke anxiously.
"Maybe... maybe he's just in a bad mood?"
Mo Yichen said uncertainly.
In a bad mood?
Looking at the little guy who was just so small, and then considering the reason Mo Yichen had given, Fu Mingyu thought it was far-fetched.
To be witnessed by heavens above, it was his first time holding a diaper, and also his first time being up close with such a creature as a young infant.
It was just... simply too troublesome.
The more he thought about it, the more Fu Mingyu was determined that he would never marry and have kids easily. He really wanted to toss the diaper aside and leave the private room that was driving him crazy.
But then, turning back and seeing Chi Jingxuan with a bottle next to the stroller, Fu Mingyu's eyes rolled and he pressed down his irritation.