After lunch, they hadn't rested long when a cool breeze came by, and Little Ping'an succumbed to his drowsiness, peacefully falling asleep in Zhang Guoqing's arms.
Zhang Guoqing looked at his son in his arms, and fondly patted his head, "Our son is very smart."
Hearing this, Zhou Jiao beamed a bright smile but said, "Don't always praise the child, it can make him arrogant. A clever child may not make a successful adult. We still need to spend more effort on him regularly."
Zhang Guoqing shook his head helplessly. How could his son turn out poorly? Really, such lack of confidence!
"Let's set up the tent so he can sleep inside safely."
Zhou Jiao chuckled, "Are you sure? Then I'll hold the child, and you set it up."
Zhang Guoqing looked at the large bag that was formed after the tent was dismantled, rubbed his nose, and remembered that his wife was running out of space to pack.
