The next day.
Early in the morning, Xiao Fei, whose biological clock was nearly as precise as a stopwatch, woke up on time.
Got out of bed, got dressed, washed up.
Walking out of his bedroom, he opened the door to the kids' room and immediately spotted the three little ones already awake, though they were wriggling around on the bed, not too eager to get up.
Although the villa had the air conditioning running and the floor heating was on, eliminating the difference between the cozy world inside the blankets and the cold world outside, the kids still liked curling up under the warm and soft covers.
However, once they saw Xiao Fei, those little ones—having been lectured by him multiple times—obediently sat up on the bed.
"Daddy~"
"Daddy, good morning~"
"Da...dd...y..."
Xiao Fei nodded and walked over to the bed.
On the bedside table, the little ones' clothes were neatly laid out.
Their clothes were even folded tidily.
This was Xiao Fei's teaching.
