"When Dudu grows up and looks at his photos, he's definitely going to laugh to death. This expression is just classic."
"Is he overweight?" Mu Liang said.
As a baby, Dudu was a bit excessively chubby. He wasn't this fat when he was little. Could he take after Qiao Xia? If a boy takes after Qiao Xia, that would be a nightmare—he would grow up short, be a little submissive, and easily bullied. Just thinking about it makes him uneasy.
If Mu Liang's son got taken away by a man, that would be so embarrassing.
"He's not heavy at all, he's the cutest like this."
"You're just saying that with your eyes open. He's so heavy you can't even hold him. He must be around twenty-five pounds, right? What three-month-old baby weighs over twenty pounds?" He roughly estimated Dudu's weight and felt deeply that Dudu needed to lose weight, but making a three-month-old lose weight was just too cruel.
