Qin Jin had an idea, "You can brainwash them, do a good job with ideological education, so they only know to obey and won't cause trouble."
Old Mrs. Qin said, "You're so scheming, Baby, is your dad scheming? You can't learn from him."
Qin Jin: "....." Was it his Grandma? "My dear son, who's better, me or your Great Grandma?"
The child closed his eyes and didn't choose.
Qin Jin: "Have you fallen asleep?"
The child's eyelashes fluttered slightly.
Li Qiao laughed, "He's pretending to sleep, doesn't want to answer your question."
"My darling, choose one, I won't blame you," Qin Jin said.
The child opened his eyes, his chubby hand touching his mouth.
Li Qiao said, "He's probably trying to say he can't speak and can't choose."
The child hummed in agreement.
Qin Jin: "Your hum means you like me, and spitting would mean you don't like your Great Grandma."
Old Mrs. Qin rolled up her sleeves, "Are you itching for a spanking, young man?"
Qin Jin chuckled foolishly.
