"Silly child," Su Hongxing didn't know how to comfort Little Pudding.
"Will the brother or sister be as cute and beautiful as Little Pudding?"
Little Pudding always had a high opinion of herself. Since the adults always said she was pretty and cute, she believed she was pretty and cute.
Trying to keep a straight face, Su Hongxing said, "Our Little Pudding is the cutest, most beautiful child in the world. How could a brother or sister possibly be as cute as Little Pudding?"
Even then, Little Pudding still lacked a sense of security.
"If the brother or sister is as cute and beautiful as Little Pudding, will Mom still love Little Pudding the most?" the little one asked uneasily.
"Of course, Mom's favorite, her most beloved, is Little Pudding and no one else," Su Hongxing pulled the little one into her arms and covered the child with kisses.
Little Pudding, tickled by the kisses, burst into laughter, "Mom, that tickles."