Maybe it was because they had lived together in the Yan Family house for a while, and had gotten used to the life of living under the same roof with Young Master Yan.
Young Master Yan took the baby boy for a bath, and Zhu Qianying helped him drag his luggage into the baby's bedroom.
Ten minutes later, Young Master Yan came out, holding the baby boy wrapped in a towel.
"Ying'er, help baby boy get dressed. I'm going to take a shower." Young Master Yan, dripping wet, stood at the doorway of the bathroom and called Zhu Qianying over.
Zhu Qianying walked over, took her son who was still sound asleep, turned around and placed him on the bed, and clicked her tongue.
"This little pig, he can really sleep!"
Youth Master Yan was squatting in front of his suitcase to grab clothes, his back towards her.
"What can you do, the baby has a mommy who can sleep like a pig anytime, anywhere!"
In response to Young Master Yan's barb spiked with humor, Zhu Qianying coughed slightly.
