Nan Mufeng's eye twitched, and his desolate heart slowly came alive: "Dad, did you throw me into the trash can?"
"Uh, how could I? That was an accident, my hand slipped, and there just happened to be a trash can next to the sofa..."
So, it was true!
Nan Mufeng was speechless. He patted himself, as if trying to brush off the trash: "You better not hold Little Pumpkin anymore. I don't trust you."
"..."
Nan Tian was so disappointed, disliked by both his wife and son. Maybe... even his grandson! It's just that his grandson is still small and can't speak.
"I can learn!" Nan Tian said, unwilling to give up.
Nan Mufeng and Yu Ling gave him a look and said in unison: "Then talk when you've learned."
"!!!"
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With a little baby in the house, it became especially lively. Especially when Little Pumpkin cried, his voice was piercing!
The whole family revolved around Little Pumpkin, and never got tired of it.
