"Waaaah—"
Little Yu Zhenghui was clinging tightly to the tiger doll and wouldn't let go.
Just then, a figure rushed in through the front door, put his hands on his hips, and said aggressively upon seeing the scene before him.
“I knew my little nephew would be abused in your house. Well, now I've caught you in the act. You are heartless. Several adults are bullying such a small baby.”
Wen Moxue rolled her eyes and was about to say something when Zhou Yan stood up, put her hands on her hips, and retorted.
"Which eye of yours saw us mistreating the child? Are you blind? Didn't you see that the child is much fairer and plumper than when we first came here, and is dressed neatly? Is this abuse?"
Yu Xiaomei glanced at the child and indeed noticed that the child had grown much better than when the child was at home. Her eyes flickered, but she still stubbornly insisted, "Anyway, I saw with my own eyes that you bullied the child until he cried, and he's still crying now."
Then he sneered, "Hmph, since you all dislike my nephew so much, I'll take him back and raise him myself."
Mo Yitao came out of the kitchen, took the doll from the child's hand, shoved the child's own doll into his hands, and waved impatiently, "Fine, take it if you want."
Yu Xiaomei glanced at them, and without saying a word, she actually took the child away.
Sanbao stared at the retreating figure, which seemed to be fleeing in panic, his little brows furrowing slightly.
Wen Muxue asked, "Mom, are you really letting her take the child away?"
Mo Yitao was certain, "Once she's had a couple of days and realizes that taking care of a child isn't so simple, she'll send the child back herself."
But to their surprise, the other party had no intention of sending the child back, and instead caused them a lot of trouble.
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