Actually, who here is not awake?
But no one wanted to say anything. They were used to these things anyway. It was just Bai Shan who was meddling.
How could Yao Wanyan bear to cut off her own child’s food supply?
Everyone knows that human milk nourishes children better than any other milk, and Bai Shan is a superpower, so the milk of superpowers has a better effect on strengthening the body.
Look at her son. He has been drinking Bai Shan’s milk these days, and even though he doesn’t have any special powers, he is getting stronger and stronger.
"Mom, how about we share all the food with Bai Shan from now on?" Yao Wanyan's voice was still gentle and soft. She slowly got up and held the child, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. "This way, Bai Shan will have more milk, and we can share some with Junjun!"
Share the food with Bai Shan?
This statement is so shameless. All the food was earned by Bai Shan, and they are just reaping the benefits.
But habit becomes nature, and nature becomes reason. The food is theirs!
"Yes, grandma, Junjun wants some milk!" Xia Zhengjun, in Yao Wanyan's arms, easily saw Yao Wanyan's look as she lowered her head and gestured towards him. He quickly looked at Qian Fengying obediently. "Look, Junjun has grown a lot taller because of drinking milk. He can quickly protect grandma, grandpa, mom and you from now on!"
"Junjun!" In Qian Fengying's eyes, this child was so well-behaved that it made people feel distressed.
He is such a well-behaved child, but God is not fair at all and doesn't give him any superpowers.
Thinking of this, Qian Fengying became even more angry with Bai Shan. She always felt that her grandson had lost all his supernatural powers because of being with this bitch.
Her voice was extremely cold and commanding, "No matter what you come up with, Junjun must be given at least one ounce of milk every day. Otherwise, when I find Zhengjun later, I'll accuse you of abusing us and Junjun! Humph, don't think Zhengjun doesn't believe us. We are his closest relatives!"
Yao Wanyan looked at the haggard face that suddenly turned pale, a smile crossed her lips, she touched her child's head and said softly, "Junjun, good boy, auntie treats you well. Remember to tell your uncle later."
But the three-year-old child glanced at her with pink lips, his face full of disdain and contempt, but he didn't say a word.
Although he is small, he is well watched. When she goes out to collect things, grandma always says that she should work for them like a slave. And that child is not her uncle's at all, he is a little bastard. Grandma even pinched him. Humph, he pinched him too. They are all little bastards anyway!
When Bai Shan heard this, her head started buzzing and she felt dizzy. Her voice trembled as she hugged her child, who was crying too hard, and asked, "Then...where's my son?"
Qian Fengying really wanted to say, "Who cares if he lives or dies?", but because she still hoped to find her son as a support before she died, "You are the child's mother, do you still need me to teach you these things? You figure it out on your own! Who made you so capable?"
The last sentence is full of irony.
A first-level psychic is also a powerful existence in this small team.
A tear fell from Bai Shan's eyes. If she didn't love Xia Zhengjun in her heart, she would have known that he had contacted Qian Fengying. Although Qian Fengying had kept it secret from her, she had sharp ears and would have heard it long ago.
Otherwise, she would like to take her child and leave here immediately.
Xia Zhengjun was the man Bai Shan loved most in her life, and the father of the child she was carrying. He was still alive, and the people around him were his parents, his family.
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