"Today is Wangzi's vaccination day, aren't you coming back?" Having thought it through, An Lan decided not to bring up the headmaster and others, switching the topic instead. A series of low chuckles came through the phone.
"Don't worry, I'll head over once I finish my work at hand. I'm planning to show the little guy's crying pictures on a big screen when he gets married," he said.
An Lan was speechless, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes.
With such a father, Little Wangzi really is blessed.
Just at that time, Aunt Li came downstairs with Little Wangzi in her arms. Little Wangzi was wearing a red onesie, his chubby cheeks wobbling, and his large grape-like eyes were sparkling, looking around, making him look just like a New Year's painting doll from a distance.
"If you're coming over to take ugly pictures of my son, then forget it. My son is cute, and he is cute even when he cries," An Lan huffed lightly.
