Xiao Changyi shook his head and said, "Let him struggle on his own. We've already helped him practice sitting before, and he should be able to sit up by himself by now."
Su Yi Jing, Su Yixing, and An Yiqing were all in good health. When these three children had just reached five months of age, he and his wife had already started to help them practice sitting every day, while An Yiyun, being frail, had only just learned to roll over.
Now that Xiao Changyi had said this, An Jing also felt that if she didn't let go, her child would never grow up, so she didn't help and instead let Su Yi Jing struggle on his own.
An Yiqing, not knowing whether he had seen Su Yi Jing struggling or not, rolled over, lay prone on the bed, and then, watching Su Yi Jing struggling to get up, he grinned into a Maitreya Buddha-like smile.
