"Daddy, Mommy is hurt from the bump. Can't you show a little concern for her?!" Baby Shen reproached with discontent, furrowing his little brows.
Bo Yanchen snapped back to reality, turned his head to look at his son, and reflected inwardly:
Ignorance is bliss.
This was the most direct impression he gained from Tang Nuanning.
Tang Nuanning might be a bit silly, but the sons she bore were all geniuses, each one more loving towards her than the last.
Even Baby Shen cherished her as if she were his life, exceedingly so.
It was like a fool being doted upon by a group of powerful figures; the fool acting foolishly, yet blessed with good fortune nonetheless.
Not wanting his son to be upset, Bo Yanchen affectionately ruffled his hair to appease him,
"I was just joking with her just now. I'll check on her when she comes out to see if the bump is serious. If it is, I'll put some medicine on it."
Baby Shen was then satisfied and seriously emphasized again,
