In the room, only Huo Qinqi and Little Crooked Neck Tree were left.
Huo Qinqi couldn't stand it, so he grabbed a soft tissue and wiped his mouth.
The little guy just stared at him like that. In reality, no one dared to stare at him anymore. It was because kids are ignorant and fearless. Huo Qinqi frowned, "Stop staring."
Jiang Xiaowai continued blowing bubbles, but after half a minute, it seemed the little guy's reflex arc suddenly returned—
"Waa—" he started crying loudly.
Huo Qinqi's face turned black instantly.
Why did he suddenly start crying?
He frowned, picked up a toy placed aside, and waved it in front of him. Huo Qinqi wasn't good at coaxing kids, and this wasn't his own child, so he couldn't say things like "sweet baby." He just kept a stern face and kept shaking the toy in front of him.
Jiang Xiaowai's attention was initially caught by the toy, and he stopped crying. When Huo Qinqi saw he wasn't crying anymore and just put the toy back, he started wailing again.
