In the room, Zhang Yuan was taking pictures of their son. The room was warm, and Little Haoyan was lying on the bed with his little bare butt, watching Zhang Yuan play around, a finger in his mouth, giggling non-stop.
Zhang Yuan also teased him into laughter, holding the camera in her hand and snapping many pictures before finally putting it down reluctantly.
"What are you playing? So happy." Luoz came in from outside and saw the smiles on his son and wife's faces, his heart instantly softening.
"Huh?" Zhang Yuan suddenly rushed to the bedside, not even having time to answer Luoz's question, her eyes widening as she looked at Little Haoyan.
Luoz didn't know what was happening, so he watched her in surprise, "What's wrong?"
"Oh no, oh no, Luoz, I said the dish I made at noon was a coincidence, and you didn't believe it. Now a supernatural event has really happened." Zhang Yuan looked at her son, who was still biting his thumb, with a blank expression.
