Upon seeing Little Huzi's struggle, Yun Hao handed him to Old Zhao. Old Zhao then held Little Huzi until he urinated, which happened immediately.
"Your son is remarkably clean—rarely soils his clothes or bed." Old Zhao was at a loss for words.
But he could guess that it was probably due to his parents' clean habits that Little Huzi also inherited this trait.
With that matter settled, Old Zhao placed Little Huzi on the bed, and as soon as Little Huzi reached the cozy covers, he began to crawl again.
Yun Hao, maintaining a stern expression, watched his son move about the bed, causing him to furrow his brows.
"Ahao, when are you returning to the army base?" As the weekend was approaching, Old Zhao wondered whether Yun Hao would leave in the next couple of days or depart the very next day. It had been several months since his last visit.
"I have to report to the base tomorrow, but I'll have vacation time every month, and it isn't far from here," replied Yun Hao.
