When he was a few months old, he would cry once or twice a month.
Now, even if you hit him with a brick, he might not cry.
He also spoke little. Jing Yiren had always been worried that the child might be autistic, and after many visits to the doctor, the results were still ambiguous and uncertain.
It was so hot today, and Jing Yiren and Sister Qiu were both wearing thin dresses.
Yet the mischievous boy had pulled out his little formal outfit and put it on before they left the house.
Dressed so formally, wasn't he afraid of the heat?
Seeing various animals, Little Doudou was so excited that he giggled and clapped his hands, offering his lollipop to a little monkey.
Little Doudou and Big Doudou were so cute and adorable that people occasionally took photos of them.
"Little friends! Did your mom and dad bring you out to play?"
"Mommy! Mommy!" Little Doudou, with his unclear speech, touched Jing Yiren's face as he answered the other person's question.
