"How can there be such unreliable parents in this world?" Andrew Farmstead shook the baby bottle, engaged in a staring contest with Wendy, who sat in the stroller.
"Your parents cruelly abandoned you, and you don't even cry? If you cried a little, maybe those heartless men and women would have packed you up and taken you away."
Wendy gnawed on her little hand, looking utterly clueless, so when Andrew Farmstead brought the bottle closer, she immediately grabbed his hair and wouldn't let go, giggling gleefully.
"Hey, hey, hey! Ancestor, let go already! You can't play like this! Seriously, you've got the face of an angel, but how come your personality is like a little devil's?"
No matter what Andrew Farmstead said, she wouldn't let go. In the end, he picked her up and swayed her left and right until she calmed down. He wanted to put on a stern face to scare the baby, but when he turned his head, Wendy gave him such a radiant smile that it nearly blinded the Eldest Brother.
