Zhou Shuren was very proud. "Our son is naturally the smartest."
Zhulan glared at Zhou Shuren. "You, as a father, don't put in any effort at all, expecting me to manage the child."
Zhou Shuren offered a sheepish smile. "I can't bear to do it, for he is the precious baby I've longed for."
Zhulan gave Zhou Shuren a twist. "I suppose I'm the one who can be firm with him."
Zhou Shuren continued to offer a sheepish smile, internally praising himself for having already positioned himself as a tender father. "Madam, you have worked hard."
Zhulan snorted. "My dear, you might as well stick to singing."
Zhou Shuren only knew a few lines, mostly humming. "Don't mind if it's not very good, dear."
Zhulan briskly took off her shoes, changed her clothes, and crawled into bed. "Ah, I know, I'll treat it as a lullaby. Sing, then."
Zhou Shuren, "...."
His singing was indeed somewhat like a lullaby.
