Qin Xue watched the interaction between Chu Molin and their child. She found it very miraculous, could this be what modern science calls prenatal education?
Isn't it said that the fetus likes the touch of the mother the most, and hates the touch of the father? Why does their child like the touch of the father so much? Moreover, the child responds every time, making her, the mother, a bit jealous.
It seemed that good-looking people have charm both in front of adults and children. Their unborn child was already showing a preference for the father.
"Chu Molin, why do you occasionally tap or touch like that?" Qin Xue felt that there must be some significance, definitely not just a simple touch or tap.
"This is a type of Morse code. I noticed the kids like it, so I use it to play with them." Chu Molin answered without even lifting his head.
