The little boy chuckled with his hand over his mouth, his eyes crinkling into slits with laughter.
"Daddy, you're becoming more and more mundane and plebeian!"
Yanhuang frowned at the small fan in his hand and protested, "A lot of people use this fan, and it's quite handy. Why is it considered vulgar when I use it?"
Zhu Qianying shared a laugh with her son, the unspoken understanding shining in their shared mirth.
"Anyway, I never thought that you could get something so useful for just ten yuan. Charging it and off you go, it's the perfect tool for walks."
Not only did Yanhuang have no qualms about using the ten yuan mini-fan, but he also praised its practicality.
Zhu Qianying also chuckled to herself. A few months prior, Yanhuang would undoubtedly have scoffed at such a trivial item from a street stall, but now he had become much more accustomed to her and their son's way of life.
