She quickly picked up Little Li Zhuo, lifted his clothes, and started feeding him.
Li Yan stood at the side and watched as Xiao Li fed her milk. Her small hands were still beating Qiao Mu's chest. He felt as if his wife was about to be snatched away by someone else.
Even his son felt uncomfortable.
Little Li Zhuo completely ignored Li Yan's feelings. He looked at Li Yan while eating his milk. He giggled and continued to drink his milk.
Li Yan was speechless.
Qiao Mu was right. He should have a daughter and be a considerate little girl. If he had a son, he would be here to snatch his wife!
Seeing that Little Li Zhuo had finished his milk, Li Yan said, ""Let me hug him."
Qiao Mu carefully placed Little Li Zhuo in Li Yan's hands. Li Yan clumsily carried his son, and when he saw that the little fella's hand was still grabbing Qiao Mu's chest, he measured his body to get the little fella to stay away from Qiao Mu.