Zhang Guoqing rubbed his forehead and turned to enter the bedroom, not knowing if Jiao Jiao had woken up. He hadn't properly spent time with his son, busy for half a day. Quietly going in, he found that neither of them had slept.
"Oh~ my little wife, your husband is so pitiful~ holding a steamed bun and not a drop of oil in the dish... tears keep flowing down..."
Zhou Jiao chuckled, looking at the child's eyes in her arms, she said, "Baby, look at your dad, isn't he pitiful? Shouldn't our baby comfort daddy?"
Zhang Guoqing quickly came to the bed, sat down, and hugged Jiao Jiao, "Baby, I am daddy. Baby, daddy finally sees you awake, why do you sleep so much, huh? Are you full? Daddy is so pitiful, not even as happy as the baby with milk to drink."
