So, the family of three clung together like sandwich cookies, with Little Baozi laughing in the middle like a little fool.
Gu Nanyan was so amused she didn't know whether to laugh or cry, feeling like she had given birth to a silly son.
Walking out of the kitchen with the dishes, Zhao Zhiqiu saw that even Lu Beicheng was hugging Gu Nanyan and said disdainfully, "Nanyan, aren't you still young? Now you're fighting with Little Baozi over who gets to be held."
Zhou Bei was pregnant, and Lu Beicheng had returned. Gu Nanyan was in a good mood, so she boasted, "Mom, you must be jealous that I have someone to hold me! You should have dad hold you."
Gu Nanyan's smug energy elicited a look of disdain from Zhao Zhiqiu, who said, "Keep being smug! I'll have your father withhold your household registration book, and we'll see how smug you can be then."
Gu Nanyan: "Come on, Mom, don't be like that!"
