"It's your baby calling." Qin Yue handed her the phone, and smiled softly, "Your baby doesn't know who has such a sweet mouth."

Jian Ran helped Qin Yue squeeze her shoulders, and said: "Of course my baby learned from me, he's not like your cold baby son. He's only eight years old. Today I accidentally saw him changing clothes , He actually put on a picture of me being wronged by someone peeping at me, and ignored me for a long time."

Qin Yue took a sip of milk, and the temperature was moderate: "He was also born by you, and he has developed that character. Do you dare to say that you, as a mother, have no responsibility at all?"