Huo Zhanting responded amicably, one hand on An Lan's shoulder, with a low hum, "Yes, I've been indulging him, but when he grows up a bit more, I'll throw him into the army for good training."
"That might not be necessary," An Lan said with a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth, glancing at the little baby who was still trying hard to lift his head.
Attracted by a transformer toy, Little Wangzi obediently lay on his stomach for a while. Five minutes later, Little Wangzi cried out with a 'wah.' Feng Mumu and Feng Chaoyang, the two children, looked at An Lan, bewildered. An Lan couldn't help but laugh and flipped Little Wangzi over to let him lie on the bed.
Lying on the bed, Little Wangzi was much more well-behaved, his big eyes like water grapes, round and wide, staring at Feng Mumu and Feng Chaoyang.
An Lan shook his head helplessly at the scene. As expected, his own son was extraordinarily lazy, preferring to lie flat and unwilling to even stay on his stomach for a while.
