When a Son is Not Taught, It Is the Mother's Fault!

Just now, the scene of Lu Jingjing speaking in her soft, sticky little voice to cheer Lu Yuan on had fallen entirely into the eyes of her older brother, Lu Nao, at the side.

The tiny infant was curled up on the soft fleece pad, his pair of big, glossy black eyes blinking. His clear pupils stared fixedly at the father-and-daughter interaction not far away, and his tender little brows unconsciously furrowed slightly.

Others could not see anything amiss, but in the unseen depths of things, a child's instinctive intuition made an extremely intense, inexplicably real ill omen suddenly rise in his heart.

He saw it all clearly...

His stern, unsmiling father, Lu Yuan, was now gently lifting Lu Jingjing's tiny body out of the stroller with one hand.

His broad, warm palm steadily supported his daughter's fine, soft back, while his other hand protected her little head. His movements were gentle to the extreme, cautious and careful.

After that, Lu Yuan lowered his head slightly, and his thin lips lightly landed on Lu Jingjing's soft, tender little cheek, leaving an extremely light kiss.

It stabbed with perfect accuracy into Lu Nao's heart at the side.

Lu Nao's tiny body stiffened slightly, his mouth unconsciously pressing into a small straight line. His eyes spun round and round, and the sense of crisis in his heart instantly exploded!

Although he was still very young, newly born, his mind still tender and muddled.

But a child's most instinctive urge to compete for favor, that sense of crisis, was completely ignited at this moment!

He vaguely had an extremely intense feeling...

If he did not do something right now, if he did not put on a show, His days from now on would absolutely become very terrible!

No! Absolutely not!

In his panic,