Zhou Liao heard his son's crying, came around the corner of the hallway, and quickly approached where his wife and son were.
Baby Chenchen's eyes were filled with tears as he held up his little hand that had just been hit, reaching out to Zhou Liao with an obvious intention of tattling to daddy.
"What happened to your hand?"
Spreading his palm, Zhou Liao gently held his son's hand and blew on it.
"Were you being naughty?"
Zhou Lichen: "..."
Mean daddy.
Baby Chenchen was surrounded by all sorts of exaggerated compliments every day.
He loved hearing family members praise him for being good, well-behaved, and cute.
If someone said he was naughty, he would immediately become unhappy.
Turning his head, he rushed into Lai Zhiyun's arms.
He didn't want to deal with his dad.
"Look at your son, as cunning as a monkey, he knows how to tattle at such a young age."
Holding her son who buried his face in her chest, Lai Zhiyun couldn't help but laugh.
