Until the child's crying got closer and closer, everyone turned around to look, only to see Ding Ye's white loungewear seemingly soiled with some strange substance, which should be the child's excretion.
"Notepad has been put on him, how could he manage to poop on you?" Su Hongxing stifled her laughter, taking the sobbing little milk monster from Ding Ye's arms.
"My little brother wet his pants, and he cried because he was uncomfortable. Dad didn't believe it, and then little brother pooped on Dad," Little Pudding explained self-importantly from the side.
Ding Ye, on the other hand, was all seriousness, as if he didn't mind the golden substance on him.
But Su Hongxing saw right through him, this man must have been at his wit's end, only he didn't show it on his face.
After all, he is a man who handles big matters; his emotions are not expressed on his face.
"Give the child to me; you go upstairs and wash up." Su Hongxing gave Ding Ye a way out.
