And to collect a little interest in passing.
Song Weiyi acted as if she hadn't heard the man behind her, playing a kissing game with her son.
Pei Yibai "..."
He moved in front of Song Weiyi, trying to get her attention. "I'm talking to you."
"Oh."
"What kind of attitude is that?" Pei Yibai was angered.
Was she being so dismissive, not taking him seriously at all?
"Is Jinxing also getting hungry?" Song Weiyi teased her son, looking very much like a mother content with her son and nothing else.
Today, both brothers came to join the fun, and Song Weiyi wanted to breastfeed her son, but as she looked down at her dress, she immediately gave up.
It was simply impossible to lift it up for breastfeeding.
"Your son is hungry, go make some formula quickly." She finally looked up, her attention still solely on her son.
Pei Yibai frowned.
"You want to feed him formula?" His tone carried a suppressed displeasure.