"Little brat, if you keep moving, I won't be able to carry you. Do you know you'll fall?" Mu Keren, whose right arm was indeed feeling weak, was trying to persuade the little brat in her arms.
But the little brat had no clue what Mu Keren was saying and continued to wave his arms and legs.
"If you keep this up, I'll have to leave you behind!"
Mu Keren's persuasion was futile, so she resorted to threats.
Yet the little brat just kept wildly waving his tiny hands and feet...
"Let me help!" At that moment, Huang Qingtian, already towing a suitcase, walked over and single-handedly took the squirming little brat from Mu Keren.
The little brat, now at a higher position with Huang Qingtian, became even happier.
That laughter, giggling ceaselessly.
"Huang Qingtian, let me carry the suitcase!" Watching Huang Qingtian hold the large 28-inch suitcase in one hand while cradling the squirming baby with the other, Mu Keren hurriedly stepped forward.
"No need. Just watch your step..."
