Lin Gantang slowly returned home. Jiang Tongtong was in the living room looking through the baby products she had bought that day while Lin Zhaonan was assembling a stroller.
Lin Gantang put down the tabby cat in her arms and curiously picked up the beige clothes on the sofa. She sighed. "It's so tiny. It's not even as big as my brother's head."
"Can't you use an adjective that's more apt?"
"So you guys went to buy something for the baby today. Brother, what are you assembling? You could have asked the shop owner to install it and send it over. It's so troublesome." Lin Gantang went to Lin Zhaonan's side to pick up the installation manual and finally knew the complete picture of the baby stroller.
"What do you know? This is the joy of being a father," Lin Zhaonan said in disdain. "You'll understand when you have children."
