Little Honey Pot rarely had such a time of happiness, and Mo Shu couldn't help but smile along with him.
The little one's father in front turned his head to look, lifted his hand to pinch the little one's cheek, "Such courage, dares to laugh at anyone now?"
Little Honey Pot became even happier, kicking his little socked legs with extremely infectious laughter.
Before long, everyone's attention shifted to Little Honey Pot.
"This little fellow, such a loud voice!"
"Not just a loud voice, the strength to kick his mom, you can tell it's not small!"
"So cute, looks just like a mold was made from both mom and dad."
"Looks like both dad and mom, good genes are really something."
"Oh my, this chubby little boy, so blessed!"
Little Honey Pot enjoyed the praise, kicking his little legs, and reached out to grab his mom's hand.
Mo Shu reached out her hand, Little Honey Pot immediately grabbed it, making little baby sounds, occasionally revealing his pink gums, cuteness overflowing.
