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But Yangyang's little dumpling was cheerfully pooping away, all the while giggling and straining with effort.
For a moment, Ye Zi'an was so caught off guard that he just stared back at his son, who seemed to be pushing with all his might, leaving Ye Zi'an not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"Xiaxia, Xiaxia, Yangyang's pooped."
"Oh dear!" Yang Chuxia walked in to see the scene, which wasn't too pleasant to behold, Ye Zi'an's white robe was definitely ruined.
"He just woke up and I hadn't put on his diaper yet, I fed him first. I was thinking of putting a diaper on him, but he couldn't wait," Yang Chuxia explained with a smile while moving to pick up the child.
"It's fine, I can hold him. Go get some water, and I'll wash him off," he responded.
"But you're all dirty, I'll handle it, you go change your clothes first," Yang Chuxia still insisted, knowing about his slight obsession with cleanliness.
