C359 My Son Is Not an Exhibit

Shen Lingxi lowered her head and finished the soup. The nanny then filled another bowl for her. Her mother meant that even if you couldn't eat anymore, it didn't matter. You could still drink the chicken soup to your heart's content.

Therefore, after Shen Lingxi had eaten her fill, Jialing, who was in Aunt Shen's embrace, also fell asleep. After Shen Lingxi had eaten her fill, Jialing