"Who was it that was grinning like a foxtail when they had a son, I wonder."
Xu Qing sat down and almost died laughing at the sight of Wang Zijun's furrowed, troubled brow.
The kid was just over a week old and reportedly the easy stage was just beginning, usually amounting to nothing more than changing a diaper, playing with some simple-minded toys, and carrying the baby around for a bit to get by.
I wonder if Wang Zijun could hold up when the time comes for the baby to start yelling 'waah' and running around with arms stretched out pretending to be an airplane.
Being a dad isn't easy.
"Your family's turn coming up soon?" he asked Qin Hao.
"No, no, not in a hurry," Qin Hao shook his head vigorously.
"Hmph, wouldn't be surprised if you were in a hurry. I bet you can't wait to cuddle a baby yourself tomorrow," Wang Zijun snorted.
He wasn't wrong. Since Qin Hao got married, he had been pondering about having kids, but despite trying, nothing had happened yet.
