Fu Hengyi accidentally turned his head and met Shen Qinglan's tender gaze. He returned a smile to Shen Qinglan and continued playing with his son.
Most of the time, he was a good father, with unprecedented patience for Anan. Of course, this was only when his son wasn't competing with him for his wife's attention.
At night, Shen Qinglan got Anan's crib ready. Fu Hengyi came out of the bathroom and saw this, frowning, "Is Anan sleeping with us tonight?"
Shen Qinglan nodded, "Yes, Aunt Liu has caught a cold these past few days, so she shouldn't take care of Anan. And Aunt Zhao is getting older, let her rest at night."
"Actually, he could sleep by himself." He rarely came back home, and he had to leave early the next morning. He had been looking forward to having a thorough chat with his wife tonight, but now they had an extra little light bulb.
