"Do you love me?" Lin Ruobie started, looking at his son rolling and crawling on the ground in a concealed manner.
The son, who was crawling happily, immediately crawled into Lin Ruo's arms on all fours for a hug. The son, who was babbling, babbled: "Oh!"
"As you speak, you don't love me at all, right? You've always been using me, right?"
"Ouch! Ouch! And love my babbling more!"
Lin Ruo looked at her six-month-old son in her arms in horror!
Intention: There is no love destined for so many days, it is just a sincere pursuit of fate