Wang Zijun's superpower was quite useful.
When he woke up early the next morning, it was raining outside.
The pitter-patter mixed with snowflakes; such weather was really not suitable for going out.
Xu Qing lifted his arm to check his phone, then wrapped his arms around Jiang He in the quilt and closed his eyes again.
"Time to get up and open the door."
Jiang He muttered, wanting to get up, but Xu Qing held her tight, making it difficult for her to move.
"It's raining, opening up later is the same."
"Time to cook."
"They're not hungry."
"..."
Jiang He was exasperated. Is there anyone who acts like a father like this?
They dawdled in bed until after eight o'clock. Hearing some noise outside, it seemed that the kids were not used to not being called by the couple to get up. Xu Jin and Xu Shi'an ran out to see what was going on.
