"You can't catch me! You can't catch me! Na-na-na!" Zhao Yu made a funny face.
Mo Qishen rolled up his sleeves, looking like he was going to hit someone.
With Ni Yang around, Zhao Yu wasn't afraid, continuing to make faces to tease Mo Qishen.
Ni Yang laughed and said, "Zhao Xiaoyu, don't tease your dad anymore."
Only then did Zhao Yu quiet down.
The preparations for the baby's birth supplies were all ready, now just waiting for the baby's arrival. Day after day, it was suddenly the day before Zhao Yu's school started, the eighteenth day of the first lunar month.
Zhao Yu said anxiously, "Beautiful lady, why isn't there any movement from your belly yet! I'm starting school tomorrow."
Ni Yang laughed and said, "These things can't be rushed. When the time is right, there will naturally be movement. Go ahead to school, and I'll call you when the baby is born."
Zhao Yu said with some disappointment, "Alright, it's all we can do now."
