"You're going to read again?"
Yang Chuxia grew somewhat worried. Such a young child, barely bigger than a fart, and already so engrossed in books—could he become a little bookworm in the future?
Lele didn't care what she thought. He wanted to read, no matter what.
"Book, book..."
"All right, all right, your mother will get the book for you," Yang Chuxia said as she had Ming Liu bring over the Three Character Classic that Lele usually held and flipped through, as well as a copy of the Thousand Character Classic, placing them both on the soft couch.
Once Lele was seated on the soft couch, he scooped up the two books, hugging them to his chest as if they were his most cherished possessions, as though fearing someone might try to snatch them away.
"This child must really love learning, look at him, you won't even need to keep an eye on him in the future."
