Zheng Shuya looked at the baby in the cradle who was neither crying nor making a fuss, blinking his round, wide eyes. She reached out and poked his soft little cheek. Seeing his eyes move, the baby continued to stare right at Zheng Shuya.
Growing a bit worried, Zheng Shuya looked over at Shen Shuo. "Shuo, is our second one some kind of little stone face? When the eldest was his age, he’d cry eight or ten times a day!"
"Mom, I did not!" Shen Bin protested in his high, milky voice, trying hard to keep a straight face.
Chapter 142