Yu Siqiao glanced at her, then at the little Mo Mihuan sucking on the pacifier in his arms, and said, "You give it a try."
Sha Sha almost exclaimed, overwhelmed with excitement, and ceremoniously extended her hands to welcome her little nephew into her embrace.
But as soon as she took him, little Mo Mihuan opened his mouth and began to cry.
The pacifier fell instantly, and he looked utterly pitiful.
Sha Sha was dumbfounded and flustered, saying, "This, this... what happened, I didn't do anything! Don't cry!"
Sha Sha, helpless and pitiful, looked at the bawling baby in her arms, not knowing what to do.
Mo Shu held back her laughter, reached out to take him, and said, "This little one is quite shy, only letting me and his dad hold him; he'll cry if anyone else does."
"Oh, come on," Sha Sha gritted her teeth, glaring at Yu Siqiao, "You set me up, didn't you!"
Yu Siqiao showed no sign of guilt whatsoever and said innocently, "You were the one who wanted to hold him."
