"Mommy, look at Uncle Elliot... Layla has a photo where she turned Uncle Elliot young. Tap on it. I don't know how to do it." Kiara pointed at the phone.

Robert was looking at them intently by the side. He placed his new toy down and took Layla's phone from Shea's hand. He skillfully opened the photo album and found the photo of his father.

When he saw the photo of his father as a young child, he snickered, "Hehe! Daddy is so cute!" Then, Robert kissed the screen without any warning.

"Robert, you naughty boy! That's disgusting! You made my screen dirty!" Layla flew over and rescued her phone from Robert. At the stime, she shoved Robert to the side.

Robert pouted, looking aggrieved. "You don't want to play with me, and you pushedaway. I'm going to tell Mommy when we get home." "If you dare to tell Mommy, I won't play with you ever!" Layla threatened Robert, completely unperturbed.

in her

caved. He was so frightened, he immediately went forward to ask for a hug. "Layla, I was just joking. I won't tell Mommy. I like you the best! Play with me!" "I only have two hands. I can only hold Kiara's and Rose's hands. I

had taken the two girls into a room and locked Robert out because Robert had thrown a tantrum. Layla had not held his hand, so he

I won't throw a tantrum anymore." Robert lowered his head, admitting

Layla reconciled with Robert and took

up his new toy and obediently

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