He lowered his voice, threatening the baby with a ferocious expression. He poked the infant's chest with his finger, attempting to knock the doll-like creature to the floor. But Baobao remained unmoved, staring back at him with tiny fists clenched tight.
Why wasn't he afraid at all?
Fusheng frowned, looking at Baobao’s large, blue eyes with a sense of defeat. He was so fragile, so fragrant, and so incredibly cute—he couldn't bear to actually hit him. If any other brat had been threatened like this, they would have been terrified, wailing and begging for mercy by now!
Chapter 195