If this smell were from before, or if it came from someone else, he might be repulsed by it.
But now, he had grown immune to the sweaty smell that often clung to his son. Sometimes, he even found this scent, mixed with the faint smell of milk on the little boy, quite pleasant.
Anyway, to his present self, even his precious son's farts smelled sweet!
"Okay then!"
Zhu Qianying didn't really debate the topic. After all, the child was half hers, so it was only natural that he was going to bathe the son.
Plus, given how the son was sleepily slumbering, she couldn't manage to bathe him by herself.
"I'll get baby boy's change of clothes!"
The young master had already carried the baby boy into the bathroom. "Mmm, you can leave it on the bed."
Without giving it much thought, Zhu Qianying first put her son's clothes on the bed, and then took her own clothes to the room next door.
