When they went to bed at night, Gu Xiaobei seriously pointed out that they could no longer spoil their child. Lu Zhanguo unusually didn't compromise this time and held Xiaopang near, murmuring softly, "These tiny children don't understand anything. Moreover, look at how well-behaved our Xiaopang is. As soon as he's held, he stops crying."
Gu Xiaobei rolled her eyes in annoyance. Indeed, even a weasel praises its own children's smell, and a hedgehog praises the smoothness of its own child's skin. Glancing at Lu Zhanguo now, everything is perfect about his daughter and she was slightly irritated, "This way, you are going to spoil the child. You consider her young, yet she is cunning. When she cries, it's just to threaten us to hold her. If you let her cry a few times, and she sees that she can't get her way, she will stop crying in the future. I don't know how cheeky your daughter will be in the future."
