After skateboarding, the couple took Baby Chenchen to play in the toy room.
They played for nearly half an hour, and at eight thirty, the family of three went upstairs to clean up.
Lai Zhiyun had an injury on her hand, so before the bath, Zhou Liao wrapped her hand and knee in cling film to waterproof them, layer upon layer until it was a bit exaggerated.
Is all this fuss really necessary for such a small wound?
Zhou Liao: Of course, it is!
Better to be bothered a bit more and treat it cautiously.
Plus, without making a big deal out of it, how would she learn her lesson?
If only she had listened and worn the protective gear, she wouldn't have been injured.
After bathing, father and son sat on the sofa, their movements in perfect sync as they both turned their heads to look at her.
One big, one small, their understanding complete, adorably cute.
"What are you both looking at me for?" Lai Zhiyun couldn't help but chuckle.
"Chenchen wants to help, come sit over here."
