Ji Rui suddenly felt a pang of jealousy in his heart. So, in the little guy's mind, nothing he did could compare to the mother he hadn't even met?
"Daddy, mommy not only can tell stories to the baby, but also take care of daddy, and warm the bed for daddy!"
Ji Rui's heart trembled at his beloved son's keen insights, and also at the hint within his words.
Could it be that this little thing has figured out his lonely nights of sleeplessness?
This little guy—is he really only five years old?
"Go to sleep, baby. From now on, you can ask Sister Xin to tell you stories every day; daddy can take care of himself."
Ji Rui patted Ji Baby on his little bottom, picked him up and forcibly tucked him into the bed. Even though he didn't directly reject Ji Baby's proposal, the meaning was clear.
Rarely did Ji Baby hear such a response without throwing a tantrum, he just hugged Ji Rui's neck tightly and wouldn't let go, "Daddy..."
